I peek outside my window <br />it's the middle of the night <br />awakened by their arguments <br />I feel I have the right <br />once again he's leaving us <br />a suitcase in each hand <br />I want to ask him what I've done <br />as teardrops fall unplanned <br />it's snowing hard and on the ground <br />his footprints in the snow <br />I'll ask mommy in the morning <br />where did my daddy go.<br /><br />Evelyn Macdonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tomorrow-84/
