When she was four,
she saw her father, a glass in one hand, a slap on the other,
A woman crying, the tears of a mother.
In frequent fits of rage, He abused her, he cursed her,
Intoxicated, yes, but never harmed his little daughter.
When she was five,
She saw her mother , a piece of paper in a tightly held fist,
Triumphant glee behind her lips with which she had kissed
her little girl for she had won
the battle was over but the war had just begun.
When she was six,
she saw her grandpa, a lighter in his hand, and a cigarette in the other,
He was a dignified man, loving and kind,
Her mother loved him, the only man in her heart and always on her mind.
The loss of a father figure crushed the little girl once again.
He died of cancer before she was ten.
Many a time did the drunk man come to see her,
Violently he claimed that her mother was the one who tried to deceive her,
Scared but strong the little girl held on,
the family moved out of the city and he was long gone.
When she was fourteen,
she saw a young man with a rose in his hand,
He promised to love her, with all his heart,
She looked forward to a new beginning, a fresh new start.
As the years went by, it seemed a bumpy rollercoaster ride,
Lots of love, lots of laughter overpowered by grief and strife.
The lies were too much to bear, the love blinded by doubt,
And once again, the young girl had lost a man she had loved.
She has never been deprived of love despite the odds,
She has been strong like her mother, thank the gods,
For now she looks forward to a life of happiness and laughter,
For Now, older and wiser, she can't wait for her happily ever after.
