Grandmama´s memories about grandpapa

It was the best of times.it was the worst of times when you left the house

slamming and sludging your beer pub around 

you tossing & turning in your sleep

you staring at the mirror and trying to grab ahold of yourself

you bringing home roses and then getting mad and shredding  them to pieces mad because you couldn't get hold of your addiction

but what do I care I don´t even like roses?

It was best of times.it was the worst of times when you died

the house is awfully quiet

 the wind whistles a strange tune 

it is sweet & melodic.

the cat misses the smell of jack daniels hanging in the air 

and so do I she used to sit on your lap and lick your drunk self to sleep.

the kids miss you too 

it´s okay that you were imperfect because I didn´t ask god for a perfect man