we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, “be happy Henry!”
and she was right: it’s better to be happy if you
can
but my father continued to beat her and me several times [...]
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a smile to remember
Posted in Charles Bukowski, tagged a smile to remember, analysis, Charles Bukowski, domestic abuse, Life, Poetry on January 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
