Issue 5:
Wood
Bobbie Kilzer Gogain
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Cheerios
She would hide his gun in my dresser drawer,
whenever my Father would start pacing the floor.
Hardwoods and alcohol do not mix well,
three fingered shots into a raging hell.
And now I lay me down to sleep,
my life till morning let me keep.
Please, God don't let me hear
those stomping feet bringing fear.
At last, feeling safe when we could hear him snore,
attention returns to the gun in the drawer.
She would take it back to its regular place
and cover with makeup the tears on her face.
Come morning, we'd have Cheerios for breakfast.
~Bobbie Kilzer Gogain
Bobbie, a professional educator from South Dakota, manages the Cayuse Press Forums and the Blueline Poetry Forum. Visit her website Corridors Toward an Open Heart for more poetry. Email.
© 2000 by Bobbie Kilzer Gogain. All Rights Reserved.
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This page updated April 23, 2002.