Shouting Poems

Home

Four corners of my home
As if I knew what home was.
Was it the screaming of pain?
The shouting of my mother,
Or was it my dad, abusing her?
I Remember that time
Of Old rain and thunderous clashing
The breaking of pots and pans
To the dishes that crack.
And the monstrous yell,

......

Home

Four corners of my home
As if I knew what home was.
Was it the screaming of pain?
The shouting of my mother,
Or was it my dad, abusing her?
I Remember that time
Of Old rain and thunderous clashing
The breaking of pots and pans
To the dishes that crack.
And the monstrous yell,

......

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  Zara Maralit (1 poem about Shouting)
  November 19, 1994 - Toronto