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The stench of wine lingers heavy
As he leans in to kiss her goodnight
His daughter wrinkles her nose just slightly
And closes her eyes at the frightful sight.

He stumbles across her toy strewn floor
A curse escapes when he hears a crunch
As he wavers towards the open door
His shadow deforms his drunken hunch.

She covers her ears as the fight begins
The flying plates and hurtful words
A damning litany of his sins
Play upon her small heart cords.

After a while she falls asleep
And dreams of better times sheís had
When he didnít drink and make her weep
And wish she didnít have a dad.

"See the man with the lonely eyes, oh, take his hand, you'll be surprised." Supertramp.

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by nauticus66

Chris-The Price
I admire you for being sensitive on a lot of things, Chris. Reading your writings I learned of what you could tell us about; you could write about the bear in a man, the goddess in a woman, and in this one: the waif in a child. You are a very good writer. You give us a picture, and you affect us.

Thank you.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: August 5, 2004 )

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