I remember a day
So long ago,
Where everything was perfect,
Until I got home.
I got in the car,
All cheerful and happy.
But the air was all wrong,
It was damp and it was heavy.
It only took a minute or two
To get back to our home
From the school,
But it felt like an hour.
My sister babbled and giggled
In the car seat next to mine,
But my momma was silent.
She reminded me of a mime.
When we got out of the car,
The day seemed alright.
The birds were singing,
And the clouds were light.
But my house was dark
As we walked into the room and the house.
It made me feel
Like a small trapped mouse.
My heart was beating fast,
And my throat was dry.
My father was sitting
In the corner of my eye.
His hands were clasped together,
And his face was dark.
My momma sat us on the couch,
But she sat quite far.
Then my father started crying,
As my momma explained
That things would be different,
And they would separate.
My heart felt broken,
As tears welled in my eyes.
This was the first time
I had seen my father cry.
It made me confused
That he could feel this way.
He was the man that was strong
At the end of each day.
That day I asked him not to cry.
I said it made me sad.
I didn’t want to see someone cry,
Especially not my dad.
I went to bed broken,
A shattered scattered vase.
That was the last time,
I woke up with two faces.