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XOXOXO
Tonight, an empty chair stood,
Where you used to be;
Once it was the four of us,
Too often now, just three—
I wonder if it’s my fault—
I feel that mommy’s sad.
I promise, Dad, if you come back,
I will not be so bad:
I know it really bugs you,
When we argue, scream and fight.
Sometimes, Dad, you do it too!
I hear you, late at night;
Lying, still, in darkness.
My blanket hugs me tight.
I send a message, up above,
“Please, God, just not tonight.”
One day our mom will sit us down:
That day I fear the most.
I really do not want to choose,
I do not want a vote—
I wonder what I’ll say then—
I wonder who I’ll choose:
Either way the answer goes,
I’ll be the one to lose.
I need you more then ever:
These days won’t come again.
And, if this is our big mistake,
What could you tell me, then?
A sorry, just won’t cut it.
So, Dad, if you still care,
Tomorrow night, at dinner time,
We’ll see you, in your chair.
Sarah Taylor
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