there'll be days like this

there will be days like this,

your mother said,

not your father, he had little

to say,

he was quiet about the storms

in life,

he just sat there

in his easy chair,

with his whiskey

and cigarettes

and stared

at the tv.

but your mother,

pushing back your hair,

holding your hand,

calmed you,

told you not to worry,

said things like this too

will pass.

you'll see. in the morning

things will look better.

and then

before you closed your eyes,

you'd see your father's

face in the door.

saying goodnight.

sweet dreams.

at times it almost seemed

like he did care.