I'll Be Home When You Wake Up
At sunset she kissed the girl
I'll be home when you wake up
Be good and help your daddy
I'll be home in the morning
Standing at the embrasure
Her chin resting on small fists
A pale face stares through the pane
Like a sad jack-o-lantern
She watches the black Falcon
Backing out of the driveway
Mommy's hand flashing goodbye
I'll be home when you wake up
She rests her five-year-old hand
Softly on the still warm glass
The girl stays by the window
Even after Mommy's gone
She watches the street, waiting
The sun slides, twelve minutes pass
Almost on cue, Nick drives up
Like always when Mommy's gone
He's come to drink with Daddy
She runs from the window then
And wriggles under her bed
Hiding from his whiskey scent
Nick is calling her name now
In a friendly sort of way
Silently holding her breath
She dissolves into the floor
She is gone, she is not there
Holds her breath she is not there
Her eyes are closed she can see
Mommy's hand waving goodbye
I'll Be Home When You Wake Up
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nilfun
my poem above looked lonely, so here's another:
Indian Summer
Alcohol inspires a false courage
You stagger towards the door
Outside, a dark blue uniform waits
There is pain beyond the threshold
There is law
The blows from his nightstick
Find the tender places in your heart
Two men struggle in the darkness
The demon travels down the officer's arm
And explodes, screaming in your face
This strange weekly ritual takes its toll
Finally, you are alone in the darkness
A silent tear travels down a familiar trail
You have not abandoned the old ways
When the sun rises, they will be there to comfort you
Leaning back against an old adobe wall
You watch the stars
Over there one falls just for you and
Your blood-caked smile
Shines through the darkness -
BeautifulGarbage
Nil,
thanks for sharing.
Andee
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