The rain beats on the windows.
She dashes out into the storm
And bounds up the stairs to get an umbrella.
She brings it back and opens the door for the little girl.
She reaches for her daughter to climb into her protective arms,
And they run into the safety of home.
Silence never comes easy.
Words are thrown across the room –
Along with phones.
In the background, the little girl cries in pain.
His best quality was ignorance,
Always denying that he was the source of the problem.
She did the same,
And so the little girl cries on.
Mother and daughter sit quietly
On the couch.
Listening to the rain fall,
The little girl drifts off into sleep.
She wakes up in her own bed
Scared and alone.
Darkness surrounds her
And she cries into the worn fabric of her nightgown.
A figure enters
Baring gifts of himself.
Searching the dark room for her protector.
Muffled by betrayal,
She notices Mama,
Standing in the doorway
Her mother wakes her gently from the dream
And they go downstairs to share a peaceful breakfast
Before her father comes to pick her up.
A friendly greeting is exchanged
And off with Daddy she goes –
Mama watching from the door.
For once, she tried to make things right.
She flipped the switch, and he went off.
She kicked him out and changed the locks,
But she knew his ways,
And she knew he wouldn’t change.
He came back,
Baring gifts of angry fists
And, perhaps, resentment
That was sent to the little girl.
More than a few days pass.
Mama is waiting to receive her daughter’s safe return from her father’s.
Lurking in the shadows,
Is the figure
That serves as a constant reminder
Of the past she regrets immensely.
Lost in thought,
She remembers the pain she caused.
A tear escapes her eye
As she descends upon memories
That cannot be altered.
Buried deep below the surface,
She sets the shovel of forgiveness aside,
And continues to wait.
Fourteen years later
She reaches into her past
And out to her little girl,
But she realizes that she has no credibility.
Her little girl is gone
With the past,
But she waits still,
In much needed silence.
The girl is undecided.
She wants closure,
And, maybe, to start over.
She wants answers
Instead of endless questions.
She wants to know where she came from,
But she’s afraid of what truly lies in the shadows,
The rounded corners,
And the empty spaces.
She thinks that, maybe,
It’s time to find the light to fight the shadows,
Expose the points in the corners,
Meet the sharp edges that threaten to show,
And fill in the empty spaces of her life.
It’s time to forgive.