Door closed behind him, the last goodbye
Watching, waiting for his return. In vain
Tears straining behind her eyes
Trickling down her face, the pain the same
‘Daddy’ She called while all alone
No answer came, but his words replayed
‘It’s better this way’ as he turned to go
Better for who? It would be best if you’d stayed,
She mused as she wept on the floor, fists white
He couldn’t have meant to hurt mummy so much
The bruises would heal in time, but no end in sight
She heard mummy crying in the darkness, harsh touch
Broken, no laughter echoing in this place
Just the two of them left to muddle through
The mother to teach how to better, to save face
The daughter torn between a rock the new
