Chipped Paint

 

little faces,

 

not asking for much.

 

lined up,

 

almost in

 

a pattern.

 

youngest;

 

clapping their small hands

 

to,

 

oldest;

 

sighing, preparing for the harsh blow.

 

windows they knew well.

 

mere children,

 

stand

 

ing,

 

stair

 

ing,

 

hang

 

ing

 

on

 

daddy’s

 

broken

 

promises.

 

 

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