Broken Home: a short poem about family
Door Downtown
Broken Home
Sticking & pricking
the sensitive spots,
there's an art,
to the way that they fought.
They punch for a punch,
and jab for a jab,
unable to see
where the punishment lands.
Their young girl stands
with love for her doll,
more love in her hands
than storming the halls.
Hastily pacing,
back and forth they go.
Backbiting, bickering.
She's not here for the show.
Go darling. Don't listen
to the things that they say.
Be a big girl.
Close your ears and just play.