Child of a Murderer

The thrashing of my daddy's screams,
echoing in my ear.
The way that my tears stream
speaking of all my fears.

The thump of mommy hitting the ground
pushes me to my feet.
I ran not to her but all the way around
listening only to my heart beat.

I hit the door running
and ran far away,
my stature anything but cunning,
caring only to escape as daddy begun to slay.

Midnight was when I turned around,
and twilight was when I came inside.
I saw the blood painting mommy's night gown,
and I learned that even a child recognizes someone who has died.

I curled up beside her
hiding within plain sight.
Knowing that daddy was far gone and a distant blur,
and that I would loose both of them, that fateful night.

We found each other in the morning,
those police men and I.
The air of the town full of warning and mourning,
And everyone kept asking me why, oh why?

So that was my story,
hope it wasn't a mess
as the mystery of that night turned quite and gory....
you figure out the rest.