Parents fighting
A verbal war
I and my siblings are scared and we’re
Hiding behind doors


Voices echoing
We call our two older sisters
They tell us to wait and to
Watch what our mom and dad do
To make sure hands don’t turn into birds and
Go flying


The only time when
I and my siblings become
Sad but it’s true


My eyes are watery
But I have to be strong
For my three younger siblings
I wipe my eyes


The rage dies down
Between our parents
Our dad goes outside for a smoke and
Our mom
 Goes to cry


I and the kids go to bed
A little less frightened


Until next time