(09:47 am)
I was seven
and dad
had gotten home
from a trip over seas
I was very excited
to see him again
cause he had been gone
for months, half a year
I had my favorite dress on
and hugging my teddy bear
Standing in the door way
But something had changed
Mum didn't look happy
And dad looked dissy
I frown confused
and hugged teddy tighter
Mum pushed me inside
All the way to my room
wouldn't let me great him
But he came later
I didn't know it then
But he was drunk
and he started shouting
throwing my things around
my whole room was shattered
to bits and pieces
he even tossed me around
until mum woke up.
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Night Changes
Poetry» Though they are apart, she still thinks of him and speak to him through words written «
