Waiting for Daddy (there's a painting of this one)

she cradles the arm 
that was broken and burned 
and cradles her belly 
while waiting her turn 

the moon thru the glass 
spreads a glow on the floor 
she stares into space 
with her back to the door 

she can't see him coming 
but knows he'll be there 
the only fair warning's 
the creak of the stair 

the gauze curtains mock her 
so light on the breeze 
as she longs to fly free 
o'er the tops of the trees 

c. 2008