Christine's nights of '96 <br />kept her mind off <br />the horror of the <br />boogeyman, but still kept her awake <br /> <br />Her bed was as soft as a <br />cloud and her room <br />cast no shadows. <br />Nor did any board squeak under her weight <br /> <br />The toys in the corner stared <br />softly and guarded her <br />tea party table from <br />the lesser loved dolls that craved imaginary tea cakes. <br /> <br />Every night just made Christine <br />restless as plates played <br />frisbee, whilst Mummy <br />drank juice and shouted for daddy to 'let go for Christ's sake! It's only one drink more.' <br /> <br />In '97 mummy didn't come round <br />so much and left Dad <br />in charge of the days and the nights. <br />Never did Christine see her Dad drink juice that her Mother drank. <br />Water did just fine.<br /><br />Ben Owens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nights-that-daddy-cried/
