A Rare Visit

When father made a rare visit
His odor of booze could kill a cockroach!
And I recalled past beastly, drunken fits
Vividly to my mind.
But in spite of all I came from his loins
And if he had remained somewhat sober
I would have given him hug of welcome.
I asked, "How long can you visit?"
In hall mirror we saw ourselves
And believed in its empty reflection.

by Ralph E. Martin

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