Maiming the Rose

Looking through his beady eyes
The hands that braided the doll
Softly humming an angel wise
At that onset of that fall

Puckered lips rose-in-a lot
Lost at the work at hand
Raised occationally her green-eyes sought
Pleasure at securing her band

She called him Nelson her pretty mate
And patted him in indulgence
And never did she miss till this date
To silently revere his intelligence

And he in turn never missed
The silent sob in her throat
As she begged prayed and wished
In every word she wrote

"Dear God who art in heaven
With my mother at your side
Make me disappear- promt at seven
Before my father welts my hide"

Some nights were sober- Filled with dreams
Of peek-a-boo,trick or treat
Aroma of mommy's night cream
Smiling at the boy by street


And once the fornight the boogeyman did knock
With smelly mouth and pudgy finger
Its Daddy my dear let go of the frock
Grunts moan muffled sob that linger


The only witness of maiming the rose
Were the owls that roamed the night
The night and pillows had already chose
It was time to end the fight

Daddy ate a lumpsome meal
Living no drop no sliver
Daddy slept his eyes seal
Never to wake or waver.