Childhood
She has seen things in her life
That no child should have seen
Like powder on the edge of a knife
As mother inhales happiness and exhales strife
The frail child watches those eyes begin to gleam
She has seen things in her life
One the mother was a wife
But once father left mother started to lean
Towards powder on the edge of a knife
Mothers prized possession is that knife
Carefully hidden under the bed an wrapped in jean
She has seen things in her life
Once her father took brothers life
And the recurring losing theme
Led her to powder on the edge of a knife
Now daughter also experiences stffe
Growing into a fragile teen
She has seen things in her life
Like powder on the edge of a knife
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