The Storm
The morning began
To hear the voice of an angry man
Fury of words hit my face
Greeted by misery
In this god forsaken place
I stood in shock
To what felt like forever
Hurtful words his tongue uttered
My son stood still to hear him speak
I wondered what crossed his mind
I wondered if he was scared
A jolt hit me like lighting
My temper slowly rising
Time stood still, defiant
Like a mad dog let loose for a kill
My son ran off the house in fear
Worried about his mom he love so dear
Now standing tall against his father
Her voice cracked walls like thunder
Doors slammed shut
The house in turmoil
I ran to call my boy back in the house
The face I ache to touch and say goodbye
I held him tight and wiped his tears
Sobbing, I held him strong to calm his fears
He looked at me long and hard
A worried gazed if I'm alright
Mother's are tough I wanted him to see
The woman with a smile before he left me.
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