The parents row again, but
You just sit in a corner like

The good little girl you are,
Watching shadows cast by

The sun flow through the
Kitchen window. Your dolls

And toys are in the other
Room where the row is;

So you just sit and listen
To birds sing from outside

The house, like the patient
Little girl you’ve become,

Playing with dark dancing
Shadows in the cold hall.

The words of rows seem
Harsh and loud and vibrate

The walls causing your ears
To ache and invisible friends

To depart. The words are
Unknown to you: the ****

Yous and cruel ***** fill
The air; the loud blows will

Come next and Mother will
Cry and the rows will stop

And the there theres and oh
I’m sorrys will flow along

The walls where you sit and
Watch the shadows on the

Cold linoleum floor play
As you and they have before.