Topic: Childhood Game. Helena Donovan.
Some years ago i worked in the inner city of Dublin. The centre in particular was for reformed drug users.
I discovered then, most of these people use alcohol as another way to relieve whatever demons there poor heads
possess. One lad in his twenties told me all about the childhood games his mother played with him. She [ his mother] was an alcoholic.
A very young woman also.. I was asked to go with this young man as support while he visited his dying mother at the local hospital..
This piece is about him, his mother R.I.P. and what i observed that day.
I also believe alcoholism and DNA are connected.
Thank you for reading.
Childish pact, your call his bid
Let’s find the bottles daddy hid,
Misunderstanding loss and pain
He played your childlike game
Blue Eyes cry now leaving tracks
Compass needle pointing back
I watch his tears explode to swim
Across you vapid facial skin.
He bent to talk to you alone
The air is filled with susurrus tones
Forgiving you your sassiness
Your power in bottles liquidness.
He bids goodbye and kisses through
The plastic tubes that breathe for you
His understanding as a man
Can't change the atavistic plan.