When You'Re Four

Angry voices
Shadows pass beneath the door
Nights can be very scary 
When you’re only four
 
The screaming - the walls shaking
The vibration on the old creaky floor
The harsh words
The slamming of the door
 
The nights are the most frightening
It's the fear of the unknown
If one parent leaves
Which one will stay home?
 
She brought me into this life
He taught me how to tie my shoes
Please, please don't ask me to decide 
Which one I go to
 
The early morning sun
Provides the promise of a new day
She happily makes my cereal
He gladly ask me to play
 
So, I quickly finish my milk
I grab a ball and a glove
If I can make them happy
Perhaps I’ll be loved? 
 
I know it’s all up to me
I'll become their little man
So, to keep us together
I have to always do the best that I can
 
But as the sky starts to darken
The voices and shadows re-appear 
I pull up my tiny covers
I wipe away a little tear
 
Here come the voices
The shadows pass beneath the door
Nights are so scary 
When you’re only four
 
The early morning sun
Provides the promise of a new day
She happily makes my cereal
He gladly ask me to play
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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