Just Wouldn't Wake Up

There the boy stood,
staring at his father,
who slept leaning on the table,
Holding a picture of his mother,
with a bottle of wine to the side,
and a cup of the crismon liquid in his hand,
He gritted his teeth,
Why do you cry?
he asked when he clearly knew,
She's not coming back,
his father's red hair,
tied in a ponytail,
swayed to the side as he sat up,
the boy touched his maroon hair,
Why do I look like you,
When I act like her? I'm not yours or her birthchild.
But she cared for me so.
His father smiled dimly,
His red mess of fringed bangs made him look like a child,
said Your mother will return, ready to hug you for days, like the day I quit smoking. I felt the sky would fall but she was there with a pack of gum singing
I will Survive
but before he could finish,
the door of the white house flew open
revealing a nurse with brown straight hair and a frown to mach her gloomy eyes
she apoligized and claimed they did everything they could
but his mother just wouldn't wake up.