Make Up
My father and I argue so often
Our blows never soften
Everything he said flares up my anger
I wanted to put up my finger
He wanted me home
take care of things alone
I roar at him ten times in a row
he rears back and blow fires for show
I ran upstairs and slam the door
quiet as a mouse listen below
I hear nothing so I stalk to the bed
fell on my face and slept
I dream of laughter and water
my father and family together
we were in a river swimming so happily
A smile gracedmy lips and the sun shone brightly
I woke up that instant
when I remember our incident
But I knew we need to make up
so I ran downstairs...
...and stopped
...because he was there, a smile on his face
...to make up for the day.
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