when
things were going bad
with my mother,
when
her husband,
my father wouldn't
come home
for a few days,
or if he did, he
was
weary and beaten
soured
with drink
and carousing.
the money would be
short,
the children crying.
she'd
rearrange
the furniture,
hang a new picture
on the wall.
put a vase
of flowers on
shelf beside the stove.
she'd put
on a colorful dress,
apply her lipstick
and brush her hair.
she found a way to pretend
that there was
nothing
to despair.
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