Pages of Rage

Cherry

By Richard L. Provencher

Fri, 23 Nov 2018
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I hear liquor on his breath

dad wrestling with the door

fingers scratching wood--

painting it with curses.  

Falls down couple of times

before making it

into my room and I

cowering in sobs. Probably

wants to say he’s sorry

missing my ball game.

Soon mom will awaken

and fighting begin -- about

rent due and money for

groceries. New shoes & pants

for us kids. Another night

of booze on the loose.

 

 

 

Certificate PG
Biography
Words that Matter
Love

Comments

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

This is a poem about love in its raw moments. In spite of the condition of my dad, I still loved him through my tears. PTSD takes a terrible toll on families and dad was an example of one coming home after four years in the Royal Canadian Air Force in WW 11 (This is a total revamp of "A Page of Rage" posted on ABC in 2014).  

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I suppose PTSD is more understood now, and more sympathy and help available, but 'booze on the loose' was always going to exacerbate the situation, sadly. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you, R. for your interest in my work. And thank you ABC Editors for the cherries. In the early days PTSD was a mysterious ailment not identified and went totally untreated, causing undue grief to a very large number of famlies (much like the agent orange findings involving US soldiers).    

Richard L. Provencher