A bang from the living room.
A tear slid down my cheek.
Daddy is home and its cot some bad dream.
I was a little girl, maybe about five.
Tears poured from my eyes
As I hugged my mom's leg tight.
With me on Mama's left
And my sister and brother on her right
We silently begged her to stop him and end our fright.
She left the room
And calmed him from hi drunk fit
And that was the end of it.
I remember that night.
It scared me so bad, I'll never forget.
I remembered it each time I saw the stove and the dent in it.