Daddy place your hand upon my head.
Brush away the torments and the shame.
Your hands sit weighted.
Calloused and bruised beside my porcelain flesh.
Please daddy remember your children.
Those you helped revive,
and take hold of any feelings
which don’t in hatred flame.
Not another glass escape,
which leads to tempers sparked.
And torturing in absent love,
a child who know no joy.
