The family echo

• Bianca Fucsko, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2004

They said dad had improved
he hadn't
still the same
drunk and vile
They said mum would come home
she didn't
sitting at her desk
to busy, to tired
They said Jess would get a job
she woulnd't
had no chance
bit of a boozer I reckon
They said I'd be fine
I wasn't
died last night