His Name Is Chris (Poem)

His Name Is Chris

Coming home tonight I hear a cry
Daddy wont let mommy sing a lullaby.
Dishes break, curses clash,
I hope this is over fast.
Im 6 years old, then night is cold.
I hug my favorite teddy bear,
Cause I'm so scared.
I pray all night that mommy wins,
So daddy will just leave again.
His name is Chris, he's full of shit,
And he never ties his shoes.

Written 2004, 8th Grade