My Mother’s Affection

by Rachel Martinez

 

Vainly thinking I’m alone,

Peeking through my toys.

I creep into the kitchen,

Careful not to make a noise.

 

His fists are limp and open,

His nightly barley beer,

His sprawling grimy frame,

Refresh my chronic fear.

 

To supplement the stillness,

The ticking of the clock.

I see my daddy sinking

When comes the sudden shock.

 

Daddy, I call out

Seeing him I scream

His chest collapsed and sunken in

His face all battered grim

 

At last the floor creaks

The time’s come to be tough

Has my turn come? Am I up next?

Mommy had had enough

Jeffersonville High School, 2016