The Time Saver's Daughter

Barefoot collections of trippery 

dithered about the icy hallways while he 

snored on oblivious to distractions.

Now all that's left of childhood's

unstilled, tremors,

is an ever present loom of darkness. 



Perhaps he would have found her now -

wrapped great arms around her,

if he hadn't slept so soundly;

chivvied time away, combining pointless tasks 

by day to fill his waning life with worth. 



Tomorrow, just another day to him

was never meant to come, but for her,

it always did - one after another, until

motherless, she gawped as liver burst with jammy 

cluds that clagged between her straddled legs.



The contents of her void, collected, inspected

and flushed, nothing but the comfort loom 

of the darkness of the time savers daughter 

could conceal her nightly panic; save her 

from discovery - halt a crazy no one understood.