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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This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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