He rages Fit to be tied No fault of his own As he paces the kitchen floor In stocking feet Back and forth Back and forth Fisted hands swinging From his only good coat Waiting! Waiting! Promises made Now broken Be home by nine! Now going for ten Two nights in a row The merry-begot Root of his frustration And his Mary Mistrusting Wondering Thinking the worst He stops Ears cocked Backdoor latch lifted Kitchen door slowly opens Take them off! Rings through the house Toes to heels And off they come He reminds him Of father's threat If turns not taken Mine will be felt From toe to heel And you know where Brother John With wordless cheek Heads for the stairs He shuffs them on Hoping Mary still waits Claude Rockwood   Submitted By: NULL