Pop

A sea of sadness overflowed before her
Rising out of her empty cup
How could they do this to dad she thought
Her father, her guardian, her pop
They’d taken him away they told her,
To a place where he could rest
To a place where he would be happy
That’s what mum told her
Mum knew what was best
Mum she trusted blindly,
But pop she trusted more,
She went to visit him every day
She saw the place was changing pop
His eyes flew around the room
And he’d often start to sweat
With a scream and a clenched fist
He’d smash the wall his best
His hands came back bloodied and bruised
The air rushing through his chest
\He’d sit back down and stare at her
She’d look back crying through the Perspex
He’d never been like this before
This consumed with rage and fear
He’d always been her gentle giant
The one she had always admired
But somehow always feared
He’d stalk around the house at night
Grumbling and rumbling his way
But every dad did that at times
Mum said “No, not they”
I’d creep down and watch him sometimes
He’d never notice me, or he didn’t care
He’d talk to someone he knew
But no one else was there.