The Way I’ll Remember Us...

She sits on a chair

as young as she is

waiting and watching.

Through the window,

though outside she

watches...

she pictures what life

would resemble if only

her parents would stop

fighting.

With a pained smile

a deep breath, and

swollen eyes from all the

crying she's done lately

now

closed tightly,

as she imagines...

her mom, dad and herself

cruising along the waves

of the ocean on a yacht

her dad bought in recent

years.

Merry laughter non-stop

happiness, and the luminous

sun coupled with the

beautiful blue skies

- such a nice mixture.

A tear now streams

down her face,

a semblance of a smile

now crosses it.

Opening her eyes, she looks up

to the heavens and prays,

"Dear God, please help my family. We're not okay. Fix us.

I want us to be happy again

like we were when I was

younger still. I've had enough

of my parents fighting. I want

us to love each other again."