That Day

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.