A poem written fiction. I received a call years after my
Father disappeared. He had died one state away in a state
where if there was no will the eldest son was Executor of
the Estate. Remarried many children from her first marriage.
They needed my signature. I didn't want him alive and surely
nothing he had in death. I signed away the Estate without
reading the will. But the family told me how much he talked
about me. How he had changed and given up drinking. I suppose
after what he had done to Mom I hardly cared.
I came home feeling good to tell you the news;
After all the years of pain I have given up the booze.
I tried the lock, noticed the name was not the same,
Have you moved, the key fits, or given up my name?
I peered inside and everything was in the same old place,
Except for the picture of me, disappeared without a trace.
The kids were asleep, my how they have grown
Went to our bedroom, but stopped, you were not alone.
I was then I realized, just how long I had been away
I was going to call but just drank the night and day.
I tried to leave a note, the pen fell from my hand,
How could I ever find the words to make you understand?
The kids sleeping in their room smiles on their faces.
The new father in their life must be filled with loving embraces
Suddenly I needed a drink more than ever had before
With trembling hand poured drink and smashed it on the floor
It was then I realized I was now awake had been dreaming all the time
Woke the drunk next to me and borrowed his last dime
I'm leaving on the very next bus, I'll never drink again
For if you mix your life with wine the bottle always wins.
I was told my Father sober often spoke of me. Followed my sports
and even sat in the stands one day. He couldn't find the words
to say to me and was actually now that I was grown afraid of me.
I was asked what I would have done, and honestly answered beat him
like he often did my Mother./dandy