The Time Saver's Daughter
Barefoot collections of trippery
dithered about the icy hallways while he
snored on oblivious to distractions.
Now all that's left of childhood's
is an ever present loom of darkness.
Perhaps he would have found her now -
wrapped great arms around her,
if he hadn't slept so soundly;
chivvied time away, combining pointless tasks
by day to fill his waning life with worth.
Tomorrow, just another day to him
was never meant to come, but for her,
it always did - one after another, until
motherless, she gawped as liver burst with jammy
cluds that clagged between her straddled legs.
The contents of her void, collected, inspected
and flushed, nothing but the comfort loom
of the darkness of the time savers daughter
could conceal her nightly panic; save her
from discovery - halt a crazy no one understood.