Daddy's home

Elvis on the radio;

Burgers burning
on the stove,

Screaming in the bedroom

Another drink of whiskey

The door slams

Run to my room,

To be alone

Daddy's home..

Good one, my friend.

Reminds me of the way things used to be when I was growing up.

A Very Powerful

And emotional write. I felt the sadness and fear from this poem.
A good write LuckyGrin.

Debs

Thanks Scareysquirel..

I heard an old Elvis song last night that took me back to childhood and as the poem implies, not the happiest of times. Luckygrinn

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