Chetta Achara Poet Bio

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Mom & Dad, 1955

Vignettes

In the corner weighing 200 pounds
trying to make myself small to escape
notice in the fog of Dad's drunken rage.

Waking in darkness seeing in light 
from the living room Dad's bloody face
begging Mom to take blame for the accident. 

Around the dining room wiping up blood
from Mom's broken nose while Dad worries 
she called the police after she left.

Cowering with Mom inside as outside
Dad like a mad cowboy rides the bulldozer 
threatening to destroy the house.

At the funeral lacking power
to give Dad's life back to him
mourning the lose

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Hilda Greenhough February 17, 2024 at 9:44 PM That's a beautiful picture of your Mom & Dad. If I hadn't read the poem, I'd have thought that they are happy. I feel sorry that you had to be the adult, and that so much was put on your shoulders. Best wishes for recovery. Chetta Achara February 17, 2024 at 9:55 PM Thank you. Dad passed away in 1986. It took my siblings and I a long time ro recover from the trauma caused by his alcoholism.