Night Tidings
A jackal cries in the distance
And I jolt awake
The candle is still awake
And my falcon glares at me,
one stern, yellow eye keeping me in check.
I hurriedly move to snuff out the light,
Then I remember...
It was a night just like this.
Jackals crying,
Men shouting and guns firing.
Then silence.
Four hours of silence.
There was a knock on the door
and my mother and siblings started crying.
And I just new.
Daddy wasn’t coming home.
Time has passed and we’re okay.
There is a whole where my heart was
and no-one calls me Daddy’s Little Girl anymore.
Nothing is like it was before.
I wish I’d told my Daddy not to go.
Now he will never see me grow.
Every now and again I wake
While the sun is hiding.
The jackals are crying and the guns are firing.
But it’s okay.
My husband is here beside me.
I tell him every night not to go.
Stay away from Night Tidings.
Stay safe here with me.
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