little girl at the table

A little girl sits at the table 

Her sister is gone

Couldn't take it no more

Her mother doesn't know 

On the other side of the shore

Her father's unmoored

A mind lost at sea, stolen by the powder 

The powder he shouldn't take  and the pill he needs that sits in his room

And the little girl sitting at the table

Unaware, yet fully there 

She does not know what went wrong 

Her father stopped taking the pill 

Jack and Jill, rolled down the hill

The little girl wants out, in tears

The father she loved is now a man she fears

This little girl is older now 

Memories are blurred and crypt

The feelings though, are sharp and clipped

When will she heal?

She doesn't know

Inside she's still the little girl at the table.