Where The Grass Grows

When Will You Love Her?

I remember her screams
The sounds remain so familiar
Distant yet loud
Like thundering clouds

I remember all the things she said
She had begged
She had pleaded
For you to love her
Hold her tight
Offer her a kiss goodnight
But you weren't there

You seemed to disappear
When we saw you
We almost always wished we hadn't
Because you give something to fear

You made her cry
When you punched her car
Littering the sides and back
With dents—9 to count—

When you punched the picture frame
The glass shards that filled the floor
And your blood that poured
Not once did you apologize

You continued your wrath
Destroying everything in your path

You failed to see it
But mom was tired
Her chapped lips and baggy eyes
All told the story
Of a lost woman
With not a line of salvation
Offering hope of being found

So, when you said, "Darling how do I get your mother to love me"
I could only reply with a simple truth
To undo all the lies you had masterfully intertwined
"It seems that you may like her but dad when you are going to love her"

Nothing but silence fell upon us
As he drove down the street
Pondering my words
For he knew I had been right

But
He was unable to admit a thing
For the hole he had dug
Was already too big.