Saturday, 12 July 2014

She was only ten

He had come to get her;
it was time for a vacation -
a break from school
in the cold winter.

She brought him dinner
from the school mess –
gesture of a host
to a guest-from-home.

“It’s delicious, dad,” she said

and tears flowed down his cheeks,
saddened that his daughter
had been eating such terrible food.

“Thank you,” he said

and she smiled,
perplexed to see those tears.

Her first winter vacation…

and no mother at home
to greet her,
hug her,
kiss her,
feed her.

No special food.

Her father - he did his best
and soon,
mom faded into distant memory.

She was only ten then,
but a grown up girl,

She was the-woman-of-the-house!

Her very first winter vacation -
it passed
and nothing was missed.

Not anymore.

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