Gerry
12-21-2007, 10:33 PM
She walked into the dimly lit kitchen to see a small glass of the golden poison had already been half consumed for breakfast. As she stood by the cooker a tiny tear slipped down her cheek.
Was it for a fear of what lay ahead that day, or in memory of what had happened before? All the days that had started of well when a smiling face greeted the family only to turn to a frown as the intake of poison took a grip.
The social evenings with friends, no longer close, that started with a joke and a song and after a few more sips even a dance or two. But as the evening grew longer and the poison took a hold that loving smiling partner was changed to snarling monster that spat venom at all those about him.
His face laced with threaded veins and his darkened eyes from the overworked liver showed to the world the outward signs they choose not want to see. For the world outside that little house only wanted to see the jovial boss who ran his business so well and could always keep his customers happy.
Just how many houses will have this scene repeated today?
How many silent tears were shed as silent prayers crying out to God for help?
Why God?
Why?
By Gerry Temple
Was it for a fear of what lay ahead that day, or in memory of what had happened before? All the days that had started of well when a smiling face greeted the family only to turn to a frown as the intake of poison took a grip.
The social evenings with friends, no longer close, that started with a joke and a song and after a few more sips even a dance or two. But as the evening grew longer and the poison took a hold that loving smiling partner was changed to snarling monster that spat venom at all those about him.
His face laced with threaded veins and his darkened eyes from the overworked liver showed to the world the outward signs they choose not want to see. For the world outside that little house only wanted to see the jovial boss who ran his business so well and could always keep his customers happy.
Just how many houses will have this scene repeated today?
How many silent tears were shed as silent prayers crying out to God for help?
Why God?
Why?
By Gerry Temple