Drowning
She ballets around
her daddy, laughter
filling the sweetness
of their lives to come,
submerged in
blissful memories.
They twirl and caper,
Oh, the thrill!
But now,
the music ceases,
iron bars replace
the dances
and the joy
as she tumbles without arms
to catch her.
And end to laughter
and sweetness, drowning
in the repetition,
Oh, the tears!
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
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