behind
two pillars
cream and ruddy
their
mama’s legs
tense and stumbling
they
huddle, hoping
and tightly clinging
Daddy
soaked with
alcohol and vitriol
screams
thunder and
massive malignant lightning
does
he see
his huddled family
through
the amber
lens of untold
shots
of whiskey
guzzled in pain
this
tight huddle
will soon crumble
beyond
this drunken
Daddy thunder wall
as
Mama fades
into early death
the
sisters wrap
their hands around
each
other’s necks
and choke tightly
and
little brother
fades into distance
Written 8/6/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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excellent piece.. tough subject matter… as you mentioned on my posm, his love, this is a personal saga for you… for me it was never alcohol,, but religion that spurred on the beatings… either way it deserves to be talked about…..
Thank you, Paisley…this is actually from my mother’s point of view. This is one of the reasons I don’t drink. But whether spurred on by alcohol or fundamentalism, wrong is just plain wrong…abuse in any form is inexcusable…
Thanks for dropping by.
-Nicole