A Child's Turmoil, An Adult's Understanding
The world is full of wonder.
Trees to climb, creeks to splash in.
Daddy comes home, the swing goes higher and higher.
I scrape a knee, mommy fixes it with a kiss.
Then comes the dark times.
Mommy and daddy fight, lots of crying.
Daddy only comes home every other weekend.
I am sad, the world is a lot less green, the sky is not so blue.
Sometimes I hate my mom, sometimes I hate my dad.
I long for the days we were all together, but there is pease and the crying and yelling are only a memory.
I see and love my dad at peace.
I see and love my mom happy again.
The pain is no longer intense.
I kiss my mom, her pain is gone.
I see my dad, the peace takes us higher.
Everyday the world becomes a little bit more green and the sky becomes a little bit more blue.