• Father lost his temper;
    Mother starts to yell.
    We all go and duck,
    As emotions start to swell.

    My brother starts to cry;
    My sister hides in her bed.
    And here I am asking how,
    This all started over spilled bread

    Someone hits the floor;
    Objects fly across the room.
    The phone is lodged in the door,
    And all I can do is grab the broom.

    Suddenly he is now leaving,
    She curses him all the way out.
    Our family has taken a cleaving,
    Leaving room for little but doubt.