“Half Eight”

The clock strikes half eight, 
Now, there is no wait. 
He walks into the kitchen, 
Opens the freezer, 
And yank the ice into a glass, 
Whiskey & Soda to flow alas. 
The strong smell fills the room, 
Sipping & gulping can be heard soon. 
Why does he drink everyday, 
Why cant I have a say. 
Should I forget this,
Should I remember it, 
What shall I do, 
Father, what dilemma have you put me into! 

Anonymous