"C'était très facile. no trouble at all" she said as she shrugged her shoulders pushing my concerns aside. I was horrified by what she'd done. How, not now! Holy cow, sitting at the table was a revenant of her late husband, my father, dressed in his best golfer's garb.
His appetite was ravenous.
the kitchen was a mess,
he had ransacked
the refrigerator and cupboard,
still demanded more.
He needed a new distraction,
how could I divert his attention.
There was a ghoulish gleam in his eye
as he looked my way.
Not today! I screamed inside,
turned right and ran into the next room.
words of the day 10/26/21 & 10/27/21
mhughes poetry 
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