Lay and wait
eyebrows raised
and tears
threatening to
break
their quiet seal.
Did you say all you had to say
before the tube
silenced your
disquiet?
Daddy,
did you know better
once upon a time?
I know I knew better.
“God bless you,”
she said –
that granddaughter you knew.
That girl that you recognised
has grown
but she hides it
far from you.
The wind reminds her of you.
You didn’t die
but part of you left
long ago
when you let your wife
steamroll
your better judgment
and your children.
The wind reminds her of
all you could have done
and she misses your only son
and she thinks of the damage;
It cannot
be undone in his
unravelling mind.
Is there absolution for such a crime?
For a shadow of a man
who is too scared to fight?
It gets him nowhere,
but he won’t find another
route to
somewhere.
And take us all
where we’d be better off.
He stayed and watched.
And here we stand,
stonecold hearts behind our hands,
protected by the wall of
fiery rage
that consumes
even my even breath and
sense.
How could you?
The memory of that white-cold hospital smell
twists me back
to that woman’s green stare and unhinged
cackle.
I watched it bounce,
reverberate,
around the heady silent room
full of those you watched her drive away.
They were
those who had
the best chance at loving her.
She was not always this way.
How did you
wait
until far too late
to realise
she is too far gone to save?
We
are
too
far gone
to save her.
She is the sad, pitiful manifestation
of this
mockery of a
family magnified
and unleashed.
And still we all ask,
“How could she?”
Did you say all you needed to say?
I’m waiting.