She remembers crying late that night
Praying for dad, searching for him among the gloomy skies.
Her mother handling her a tiny gas lamp,
Empty it felt, weak it was, to survive the night.
Yet she waited for him silently,
Her stomach beseeched her dad,
He had promised her, they’d both eat dinner together,
Then he’d read the Princess and the knight.
She protected that perishing light,
Kept praying to the God unknown,
With weak words and trembling hands.
‘Just please let daddy be all right’.
And oh, he was all right,
he bought the frigid winds alongside,
Entered abode and gusted in,
Her dying light, fell right into her sight.
But did he care?
She asks herself the same thing, every night.