Child's play (revision)

Waiting with deadly intent
two hours the child  of nine spent
Rocking.

Calm, in a chair he sat that night
quietly, without a light
Musing.

The news may come by phone
while he was home alone
Gloating.

Or would the police arrive
to tell him mom had died
Driving,

and fall down drunk it was true.
They wouldn't tell but he knew,
Sighing.

so the hidden smile they wouldn't see,
a secret smirk as he
Crying,

told of money he had given
helped mom on her way to "heaven".
Leaving

him, her constant shrill oath
a nasty child she could only loath,
Escaping.

He fell when the message came,
Stunned, dismayed, half insane.
Listening

to talk of crash carnage at the site,
on his childhood's last night.
Dying

the three boys mom hit with her car
but fatefully she was thrown afar,
Living.

Fifty years the child has spent
each guilty moment in repent,
Grieving.