Kiss The Moonlight.

Kiss The Moonlight.

A childs' hands are wrapped around a railing on the stairs,
Holding tight onto the red oak beneath her fingers,
Listening closely as her Mothers' tears linger
Followed by the crashing and banging of kitchen chairs.

Tears glow in the moonlight from a crack in the window shades,
As a Mothers' pleads are muffled behind calloused hands,
A Father stumbling side to side, staggering to stand,
And a daughter listens as a Mothers' heart beat fades.

A mess of beer cans enlaces the kitchen floor around her,
As two decaying hearts lay beneath the moon that night,
A child holds onto a Fathers dirty hand so tight - -
As she whispers to him to walk a little straighter.

A childs' sweet breath decorates the window tonight,
As blue eyes look up toward a Mothers' face in the sky - -
Whispering goodnight; little Amy lets out a shattered sigh,
Praying that her Mother will find a way to kiss the moonlight.

© Jenna Elphick
October 12, 2006.

- - Meaning being that the Father was an alcoholic and he abused "Amys' " Mother until the point of death. I will be fixing it up some in a bit. - -