Father
by
Sara Marie Johnson

A four-year-old princess
Stood on a folding chair
The painted smile on her face
Was pure and innocent
She was blinded by the pink flowers
That decorated her dress
And the cheap smiles her dad
Gave to the stranger across the room
The smell of his cologne
And Captain Morganís rum
That still lingered on his breath
Made her nauseous
Chills ran up her spine
And she squirmed
While his fingers circled her back
His nostrils were coated
With powdered sugar
That gave him the energy
To be her knight and shining father

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Poem Copyright © 2005 by Sara Marie Johnson

 

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