Mother Mother

Mother mother came home drunk tonight.
She sent chills down their spines as fast as flight.
Young Tony came to his sister's bed.
Shaken he ducked his head.
Mother mother came up the stairs.
With each step she startled their hairs.
Little Peter ran to his big sister's feet.
For his sanity he grasped her sheet.
Mother mother came to the door.
Her children's heads all still very sore.
Baby Anthony clung to her sister and said
"dear sister aren't you scared dead?"
And in her confidence the sister replied
"I fear not, for all my fear has died.
I have seen far worse.
That is the dead and their remorse.
Haunting images of grief and pain.
Lay embedded in my brain.
Feel lucky my brothers
For you should not have my bothers."
Mother mother as she came through the door.
She smashed her children's bodies to the floor.
Each with their own grace,
Fell with a smile upon their face.