An Evening's Stroll

Another bad day
Home empty
No father to welcome her
Screaming, she felt guilty

Was this her fault?
Did she do this?
Isolated, alone
No goodnight's kiss

She threw down her bag
Put on her running shoes
Swiftly, she embarked on
An evening's stroll

Another evening
Without his daughter
No little to cook for
No mirth, No laughter

Did he do this?
Was this his fault?
Should he have sent that letter?
Maybe he should have called.

He grabbed his mackintosh
Ran out the door
Frustrated, he left for
An evening's stroll

Did the daughter know?
How much her daddy loved her
Did the father know?
How much she longed to come home

Soon she passed him by
He almost didn't recognise her
He called out, She came back
And together,
They found each other
On that evening's stroll


( wrote this for Pulse 2011, part of three poems I wrote in less than 25 minutes)