raised voices, thrown plates
children huddled in the corner
soft kisses, sweet caresses
leaving bruises in their wake
bar fights, hospital beds
rain falling down their cheeks
curly hair, straight hair
things passed to our daughters
long days, short nights
wonder if i’m like my father
heart breaks, short sight
wonder if i’m like my mother
your pretty eyes in our daughter, during the lull
i look to you and wonder if yours were always that dull.