Stayed In Her Room More Often Now
You do not understand her mother often said
Her father understood her but he was not home much
Her mother called her names; not nice ones.
She shrunk a little every time her mother spoke.
Expecting to be put down, cringing when she saw her mother.
She stayed in her room
Decorated in snowflakes,
There was a reverence about it
It was a sanctuary where she felt safe
She stayed here more and more often
Learning that her own company was the best
Her mother spouted religion at her in an angry way
Tried to drag her to church, where she was a bigshot.
The girl ignored her mother’s efforts,
Waited for her father to return home
But he never did
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