“I Hate You" She shouted.
She balled her fist, stamped and pouted.
Then she slammed her bedroom door,
Waves of fury echoed across the floor.
I heard her empassionately wish me dead,
As she, enraged, shoved and kicked her bed.
I remember staring several years ago .
Transfixed by her teeny pretty shell ears,
I kissed her bumps and hurts, soothed her fears.
I gently wiped away her tears.
Now she waives me away with an impatient hand.
My love is tearing and shredding and,
I drown and sink below in seas of woe.
Vultures circle with hungered faces above,
Waiting for my broken heart to die without a trace.
I feal the barbed tears invading my face,
She, I can not replicate or replace,
She embodies the whole of my love.
I hear the door creak,
Her feet lightly pad upon the floor,
I wonder what’s next in store.
“I’m Sorry.” I heard my daughter speak.
Thank heaven she Hates me no more.
