Poem: Powder Keg

Momma and daddy were gasoline and gunpowder
Playing at least once a week with matches
Until someone exploded into a raging inferno
Large enough that we feared it would consume us
No one ever died but we all had scars from the burns
That never quite healed despite the passing of years

Poem: The Winding Down

Daddy is home and the children rush
To wrap their arms around them
Like so many times before
Laughing and chattering and vying
For some piece of his attention

Mother is in the kitchen cooking
Being a good house wife
Keeping the home and the children
Protecting all of their dreams
At the expense of hers

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