Her angelic face lights up
And she is, as always, patiently
Waiting at the front door, for her
Daddy to come, for a visit - if any.

She is still so little, too young
To understand, life is not
Picture perfect, a Mummy and
A Daddy, in the background, to complete.

She may have yet, to know
The word - disappointment.
As much as she may
Already know, how it feels.

"Daddy won't come today, my darling"
The Mummy says to her little angel.
"Maybe he won't be coming at all, anymore"
The Mummy whispers, to herself.

- eve