Monday, September 04, 2006
a child waits in anticipation
for her daddy, her hero,
to tuck her in and kiss her good night.
tick tock, tick tock.
it's getting late,
it's way past bedtime,
so get into bed.
feeling neglected and forlorn,
the child pads back into her room,
throws on her blanket
and sniffs into her teddy bear.
where is daddy?
the night passes and morning comes.
the help finds a tear-soaked pillow
and a child sucking her thumb,
her cheeks stained with tear tracks.
the same little girl sits at the swings,
gazing longingly at the other mommies and kids.
where is mommy?
playing with the nanny isn't the same.
nobody to play tag with.
head held high, eyes unusually bright,
the girl stalks off,
to sit on her lonesome.
what happened to 'mommy and me' time?
how about the hugs and kisses
and 'i love you's?
evening falls and the little girl's home.
it's empty and she's all alone.
a lonely sigh escapes her lips.
the phone rings
but she doesnt have to answer.
she knows what it means.
'don't wait up. daddy and I
will be back late. tata, honey,
don't stay up and wait'.
the little girl wanders off
and just before she sleeps,
she hangs a poster on the door.
a picture of a girl, taken
from an album,
and five words printed underneath,
'free to a good home'.
rejected and alone,
she slopes back to bed,
a single tear drop glistening
as it travels down her cheek.
a cry that will never be heard.
for her daddy, her hero,
to tuck her in and kiss her good night.
tick tock, tick tock.
it's getting late,
it's way past bedtime,
so get into bed.
feeling neglected and forlorn,
the child pads back into her room,
throws on her blanket
and sniffs into her teddy bear.
where is daddy?
the night passes and morning comes.
the help finds a tear-soaked pillow
and a child sucking her thumb,
her cheeks stained with tear tracks.
the same little girl sits at the swings,
gazing longingly at the other mommies and kids.
where is mommy?
playing with the nanny isn't the same.
nobody to play tag with.
head held high, eyes unusually bright,
the girl stalks off,
to sit on her lonesome.
what happened to 'mommy and me' time?
how about the hugs and kisses
and 'i love you's?
evening falls and the little girl's home.
it's empty and she's all alone.
a lonely sigh escapes her lips.
the phone rings
but she doesnt have to answer.
she knows what it means.
'don't wait up. daddy and I
will be back late. tata, honey,
don't stay up and wait'.
the little girl wanders off
and just before she sleeps,
she hangs a poster on the door.
a picture of a girl, taken
from an album,
and five words printed underneath,
'free to a good home'.
rejected and alone,
she slopes back to bed,
a single tear drop glistening
as it travels down her cheek.
a cry that will never be heard.
what we could have been, 12:25 pm.
