Home from the LakeA Poem by David Lewis PagetI just got home in the past half hour From a great weekend at the lake, I can’t remember how I got home, I think I’m about to flake. The driveway’s empty, I lost the car, The house, as quiet as a tomb, And where the wife and the kiddies are? Must be in another room. The air round here had been highly charged For weeks, till we got away, So I suggested a trip from home If only just for a day. I thought we could sort our problems out Just for our marriage’s sake, I thought that we might find love again Together, up at the lake. The kids took buckets and floaties too, They said that it would be fun, And Jen took some of her own home brew, She’s legless, after just one. We packed them all in the four wheel drive And headed up for the shack, It’s on a reach that they call the beach, It took an hour to unpack. But Jen got drunk, as she always does And spoiled the night of the first, Her mood was black, while on the attack, I said our marriage was cursed. I saw no love in her eyes that night, And even her smile was forced, So stone cold sober the second day She said, ‘I want a divorce.’ I thought that she might get over it, I said, ‘We’re here to have fun. Let’s call a truce for the kids at least, Be happy, for everyone.’ She said she would, but she wouldn’t talk, Just glowered, down at the beach, While I and the kids would take a walk, Have fun in the sun, at least. Now in the drive, I can see a car, A man has come to the door, He says, ‘We pulled out your four wheel drive, What did you do it for?’ I look bemused as he says to me, ‘Your children, for heaven’s sake!’ My heart stops for an infinity, ‘You drowned them all in the lake.’ David Lewis Paget
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