the mother stared into her daughter's big brown eyes that were full of
wonder and innocence
a reflection of how her own must have been years ago.
"mommy, where's daddy?" the little girl asked.
(there's no avoiding it. she's not stupid.)
"he...he doesn't want to live with us anymore, holly," she answered.
"why?"
(damned if i know.)
"i don't know. I just don't know."
and the little girl won't ever forget
the night that she and her mother held each other as they sobbed.
"mommy, i miss daddy!" the girl cried.
"i do too, holly. i do too."
YOU ARE READING
about her.
Poetryand so I will take you through the years of her existence as she contemplates how long it was supposed to be.
