The boy loved the sound of rain,
it reminded him of his father,
reminding him the days of pain,
drunken slurs and loud laughter,
those nights were hard to bear,
he would hit his mom and pillows tear,
the boy would scurry under the bed to tear,
but the sound of rain would silence his fear.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
The boy loved the sound of rain,
it reminded him of his father,
reminding him the days of pain,
drunken slurs and loud laughter,
those nights were hard to bear,
he would hit his mom and pillows tear,
the boy would scurry under the bed to tear,
but the sound of rain would silence his fear.
a short poem on my now divorced father
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