Our Gray Little Girl

Morally Gray

You see in black and white,

Right and wrong,

Yes and no,

Short and long.

You and me,

Whispers and yells,

North and south,

Secrets and tells.

Polar opposites,

You and me,

You stuck her in the middle,

Unapologetically.

Our child knows not,

Why you and I,

Fight cloak and dagger,

All the time.

Magnets,

Pushing and pulling,

Positive and negative,

Caught in the middle.

She’s most like me,

Loves flowers and sand,

Misses her papa,

Wants to hold his hand.

Alcohol and smoke,

Never raise a child,

In a house like that,

Your face looking wild.

We live now by the sea side,

With the flowers and the sand,

But our gray little girl,

Still misses your hand.