A Daughter's Death

Little Girl with eyes so bright
Has heard disturbing news tonight.

Her parents will no longer be
Raising her together; see,

Her papa wants to travel, roam,
And not be stuck, confined to home.

And mother wants security
Which leaves no room for roaming free.

So little girl with hope so pure
Has with her crayon devised a cure

To end this talk of parting ways
And move on from this "parent" phase.

With heart of gold she speaks to each,
Knowing that her words will reach

Their seemingly malfunctioned minds
And put their differences behind.

She reads the words crayoned firm and strong
On how to help each get along,

And even offers them her help
With tips from her teacher, Miss Welp.

But...

After citing all her prose
The don't respond as she'd suppose

But wring their worn and tired hands
And tell her she can't understand.

She's only just a little girl,
And knows nothing about the world.

So, if she wants to help at all
She'll leave the chips right where they fall.

But Little Girl is not distraught
For in the bible she was taught

To persevere against all odds
- Giants, seas and foreign gods.

She mused over her troubled clan
Until she found a better plan.

If common sense they would deflect
Perhaps a method, indirect

Would jar their senses into reason
And return their happy season.

So, as she'd written in her skit
She threw a very monstrous fit

With foam and gnarls and painful groans
And piteous, saddening moans,

Until both mom and dad could see
The risk of their divorce decree.

This outcry did not change their mind
- Just left her with a sore behind.

So left without another way
This Little Girl began to pray

She gave God her request, of course
To keep her family from divorce;

To be between them all a buffer
So her family wouldn't suffer.

Finishing with a long amen
She knew for sure that she would win.

But...

Soon both mom and dad did wake
With news they knew they'd have to break

They sadly shook their mixed up heads
And told her their marriage was dead.

Dad told her that he had moved out
- divorce was under way, no doubt.

He promised he would soon stop by
But time proved this to be a lie.

For weeks and weeks they never met
Her birthday he did soon forget

And while her dad enjoyed his "roam"
Another man moved to their home.

But...

He could not replace her dad
This made the winsome girl so sad

This other man left soon you see
- so did the next one after he.

She often wrote her dad to say
She wished he hadn't gone away.

Her little tears did well and brim
When she got no reply from him.

She hoped things would soon get better
- once her father sent a letter.

She asked her mother why he left
Her answers left the girl bereft.

The split became the girl's undoing.
Her father she soon stopped pursuing

Learning that in life she must
Never
Ever
Ever
Trust!

Especially the ones who say
"I love you and won't go away."

But...

Left in want of father's care
The little girl was unaware

Of how much she could truly be
Or that within her was the key

To unlock innumerable dreams
- she was never told, it seems.

After years of MIA
Her daddy came across her way.

He asked to start where they left off.
This caused the girl to simply scoff;

Then, not so simply, to protest
His absence, which she could ingest

As selfishness upon his part.
How could she possibly restart

The spark that once lit in her eyes?
No, that had long reached its demise.

She couldn't resurrect her pride
To have him once more by her side.

Couldn't merely just ignore
His carelessness towards her before;

Or how he failed to count the cost:
He found freedom, but she was lost!

Her mother had become a shell
And Little Girl could never tell

If mother cared or hated her.
She always, always was unsure.

She couldn't tell the truth from lies.
Gone was the brightness in her eyes,

Because her parents left their post,
Forgot about what mattered most,

And took the coward's out instead.
Well now, to them, their daughter's dead.

It's too late now so don't pretend
This story has a happy end.