The Last Drink

I heard the knock on my door
late in the night.
I knew that bad news,
like the switch of a light
would soon be my plight.

I crawled out of my bed
answered the door.
I knew you were dead
when they said,
your heart beat no more.

My kids were with you,
they trusted so much.
I often wondered,
why would you do
the drinking and such....

I cry every night
my kids are no more.
I leave on a light
hoping, to avoid a knock
on my door.