Perspective from daughter
She was just a little girl
But so worrisome, in pain
A secret to tell, about some happening
Someone had stolen a part of her.
Broken crayons on her bedroom floor
Less enthusiasm to cartoons on cable
It stabs her mind, replaying over and over
Mummy must know, yesterday was a nightmare
It felt funny down there
As she checked behind closed doors frequently
And she would cry a little as she remembered
That a boy, her friend
created unwanted melancholy.
Perspective from mother
Her behavior uncharacteristic,
Maybe she was just a little tired
From yesterday’s play date.
She carried on cooking but with uneasiness
It had been hours, her daughter still in bed
Over lunch she would try to make her feel better
Perhaps it was just one of those days.
She took off her apron and made her way upstairs
Cuddling up to her daughter very much concerned,