a child's cry a parents curse i run and hide there will be worse quiet steps a mothers plea take the baby for me 8 crayons rolling around on the floor my parents still fighting other side of the door draw me a bunny shell with big floppy ears ok misty i say as i wipe my tears more she cries with the bunny colored red on the other side of the door is quiet i wait with dread an angry shout the sound of a slap come here misty its time for your nap she falls asleep her hand in mine me and the other side of the door keeping time another slap a cry filled with pain i wonder if the police will be here again i sit and think and listen to the war that is in full battle on the other side of the door hours pass it seems like years i smile at misty see no fears the door opens dad is standing tall i silently follow him down the hall one quick glance i turn to see the other side of the door and lost safety
