The whiskey on your breath We romped until the pans The hand that held my wrist You beat time on my head - Theodore Roethke
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.
