I remember that night

I heard a scream, ”Don’t come any closer now”

“It’s gonna be alright,”

Were the only words my big brother found

Us kids huddled up, wide eyed

I heard a chair jumping over the table

Blurred vision, watch stops, in drops cops

What’s the moral here, Aesop, one of your fables?

Grateful

Ten digits I recognize spell (DON) ’TPI-CKUP

Conversations I’ve memorized word for word

About how it’s all my fault

Something I’m sick of

But I’m the wielder of the water

Go on, I think I’ll plant my seeds here

Ain’t no more room for the squatter

I’m happy just pulling your weeds here

Grateful

When I’m down and out, on my own

These poisonous thoughts, they get overgrown

And I can feel like I missed out

But I know that isn’t real

On being a child

But I know that isn’t right

Every moment led me to this wonderful life

Grateful