Memoir of Your Daughter
The sun has seen longer days.
Eyes blinded by your ways.
Shadows cast over the sun.
My grief has just begun.
Picturesque sunset far behind.
If only you could press rewind.
Games of hide and seek.
Photos shred as I weep.
By your rules I did abide.
Old and new wounds ripped wide.
I scurried about, quiet as a mouse,
up the stairs of the madhouse.
Secrets, deceit, so many lies.
The family pretended you weren’t high.
For your sins I dearly paid
as you ran around on feet of clay.
You blasted through my life;
They were none the wise.
A carousel horse and ballerina music box
did not keep me from hiding behind golden locks.
Not quite insulated in Candyland,
blocking out the pain of your heavy hand.
I stared into the looking glass,
praying for the explosions to pass.
Lost in never – never land,
I never believed I’d hold your hand
while you laid on your deathbed,
organs dripping red.
So many wondered how I forgave
your impudent transgressions and refusal to behave.