Drunken Home
In the midst of the night he arrived
his mother urged to hide quickly
before drunken Johnnie saw him
but drunken eyes see twice
“As I say shall you do and arrive
discipline starts by respecting time!”
shouted Johnnie to the small man
John didn’t cry tears but feelings:
“How can I trust an old drunken man?
Dad I won’t call you, like you want me to
that’s some discipline for you Johnnie man!”
30 tears covered this sunken home, one cried every
Christmas night he named “Drunken Johnnie” his sober Dad
Today, I still maintain my word, never to stop calling you son
because my drunken words were sincere and true
every time I sprayed alcohol saying “I love you”
My dead adopted John was the water of this home
yet alcohol sunk my life for the lack of a natural son.