A Moment of Uncertainty

Unsure of which tool to hand your father

Desperately deciphering Mumbles

Self-esteem slipping –

Yet, ANOTHER tumble

Hoping you selected correctly

Wondering if he’ll hit me or…just disrespect me

To not be here –

I wished in weary silence

The tool is inspected – standing by – tense

He glares at me, and I look at him…

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