Profiling Contest Entry
The mother sat pale with an exhausted look
The policeman sat writing notes in his book
The fire, he said caused damage so bad
But we think it was arson, a crime that is bad.
The child looked up at his father and said
‘Daddy I’m tired can I now please go to bed?’
The mother patted his hand but he pulled it away
It’s strange I thought as I watched the child play.
Lining up the matches all side by side
The man with a smirk at his wife to the side
Her eyes they did plead to the husband sat there
He gave her a frown and pushed back his chair.
She sat there unloved by both of her men
It was then I knew who started the fire back then
She mumbled and blinked her leg swinging to and fro
Ignored by them both her eyes glued to her toe.
The father removed the matches from the boy
‘I’ve told you before son they are not a toy’
She jumped in her seat as he said these words
The child grabbed them back as thought he’d not heard
To the conclusion I came that the father set the fire
As I watched the boy stack them, like a funeral pyre
The woman sat afraid, the boy carried on
The father though sat back, not a care, no not one.
He had been in the army for most f his life
He liked regimental including child and wife
The boy though his father, he did now copy
When he saw him light a fire, with not one match but three.
The father although setting the fire knew his son
Now wanted him to light fires just like he had done
He took away the matches and said now my boy
‘I have told you before these are only daddy’s toy.’
© 30 09 2013 GG
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