Protection

Sitting in a dark corner

Tears streaming down my face

I clutched a picture in my hand

Holding it tightly, never letting go

The scents I just smelled

And the scene that I witnessed

The blood splatters on the wall

Black and yellow police tapes along the corridoor

A corpse, laying lifelessly on the floor

Covered in a white sheet

All to hard to forget

'Mummy. What happened to daddy?'

'Daddy left to go somewhere.'

'Is he going to come back?'

'No honey. He went somewhere far away.'

'Then can we visit him?'

'I wish we could, but daddy went to a place that no one can visit.'

I looked at the bed we used to sleep in

And the dining table we used to happily chat at

All the memories refreshed into my mind

I carassed her cheek and stared into her deep brown eyes.

'Just like her father.', I thought to myself.