The little girl in the car
on her booster seat
clutching the silk lined blanked
her mother made
watching
watching as her mother protests
the father's anger
resentment
always lies underneath
she's not sure why
the little girl
looks like her mum
she's the apple of his eye
for a while at least
in her mind she'll question
but never say a word
never says a word
as he throws away the blanket
as he takes another 'daughter'
as he takes another wife
he fades out of her life
