Small Fingers
I'm in this house with you,
counting your scars with my small fingers,
and I don't understand how it come to this
and why you're covered in wounds.
All I know is that whenever dad called for me,
you always left our room in my stead.
So, here we are;
with you covered in bruises
and me filled with tears,
but still I don't know why.
I'm too small
and I don't understand.
Forgive me?
counting your scars with my small fingers,
and I don't understand how it come to this
and why you're covered in wounds.
All I know is that whenever dad called for me,
you always left our room in my stead.
So, here we are;
with you covered in bruises
and me filled with tears,
but still I don't know why.
I'm too small
and I don't understand.
Forgive me?
♠ ♠ ♠
A small child sees more than she can understand. Thankfully her brother always saves her from their father. Written for http://www.mibba.com/Forums/Topic/188289/Februarys-Poem-Prompt-a-Thon/ using the word prompts {count, fingers, house} for February 9th, 2016.