Her mother was a free spirit
The child couldn’t understand
Didn’t realize there were problems
Thought her folks were a perfect match.
She picked the hints her mother dropped
Dressed up pretty, gone every night?
Pieces of a puzzle, the girl had to sort.
She slid the curtain one night
Saw her parents jump in yet another fight
This time, he drank himself close to death
Later he came to the room and tucked his little girl in bed,
His last words were – ‘goodnight doll’,
Right after he picked up the gun and that was all.
She longed for redemption.
Her longing, it was infinite.
In time she reached her limit,
Broke free and became a free spirit,
Her child could never understand.
( written by Karishma Vachani- lawyer/ poet)
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