Little girl and her father

she looks at the window,
there’s a little girl and
a father, walking amid
the giant emarald trees,
looking fresh and lively,
after the kissing of soft rain.

so much joy in the pace
of little girl, and the father
must be singing the song
of miraculous love of –
Green world and God,
and hiding sparkling angels.

all of a sudden, the vision
of tender love on the window
is superseded with –
an old pale photo of her album,
of her excited tiny limbs
and her father’s plastered smile.

what’s so worse than
having a living-drained-father ?
what’s so worse than
having a life with dearth of love?
(what’s so worse than
troubled parent-child relation ?)

© Sanna Wren

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