Poem

 1 1|    my sister were at home. I took a book from the shelf and
 2 2|              2~    My father took his coat off, hung it up
 3 2|    chair.~    I sat down. He took a packet of cigarettes and
 4 2|      I was not expecting. He took out his striped handkerchief
 5 3|   Strangely enough, he never took me to task for being in
 6 5|     torturing yourself," and took out a handkerchief to wipe
 7 5|      towards the balcony. He took off his coat and hat and
 8 5|     me?"~    He sat down and took up his spoon, saying no
 9 7| never caught up to Burhan. I took a bus going towards the
10 7|      a thing, Arthur?"~    I took her arm and drew her towards