Mirth
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The night rang with Dad's laughter -
We walked silently through deserted sidewalks.
I did not comprehend the joke -
still the
Rarity of mirth in our household-
I recoiled on the moonless night
As his dark teeth flashed behind
His face of full beard.
He then got down on his knees at the Ganesh temple.
We walked straight to home then -
His legs, for once, gathered strength
To steer away from straying thoughts of alcohol's pull.
Love, statquesque Mother, waiting at home,
Smiled as dread got killed -
At least for one night.

Maybe tomorow I will leave the house,
the heavy quilt, the soft pillow,
the warmth of Mother's shadow...

mG.
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MG!
wow!

Seemed like a piece that most children of alcoholic parents could connect with. How about another one where alcohol brought SOME mirth into a household sans some :).

I hope you will leave it to the reader's discretion to comprehend as one sees fit ;) as a true artist does.

Suna, soooooo true when u said a piece most children of alcoholics could connect with.

MG, nice. Brings back those er.. memories if u can call it that. Childhood, something I wish I had, those vaccuum years lost and not missed.

mg, great...there is always somethings in poems you write that i can relate too, maybe that is why i have been your fan..

thax for sharing another wonderful piece.

Smiled as dread got killed -
AT LEAST for one night.

A feeling of insecurity or a Ray of hope , poor souls face this, some of us did aswell..what else can I say when Mindgames is on the play.