Protection
Sitting in a dark corner
Tears streaming down my face
I clutched a picture in my hand
Holding it tightly, never letting go
The scents I just smelled
And the scene that I witnessed
The blood splatters on the wall
Black and yellow police tapes along the corridoor
A corpse, laying lifelessly on the floor
Covered in a white sheet
All to hard to forget
'Mummy. What happened to daddy?'
'Daddy left to go somewhere.'
'Is he going to come back?'
'No honey. He went somewhere far away.'
'Then can we visit him?'
'I wish we could, but daddy went to a place that no one can visit.'
I looked at the bed we used to sleep in
And the dining table we used to happily chat at
All the memories refreshed into my mind
I carassed her cheek and stared into her deep brown eyes.
'Just like her father.', I thought to myself.