Mommy and Daddy are fighting again
and you’re angry.

Stomping sturdy little feet, you yell,
"Stop that! I don’t like it when you argue!"
but it’s not that simple, is it?

What are you thinking behind those round hazel portals?
Your spirit sparkles in their depths, yet…

It seems at times that you were born a grown up
setting the example for how your parents should behave.

Calm, observant and kind…
Gifted with a sturdy frame as if
someone knew how hard the wind would blow
in your world

At this moment, legs planted in defiance,
you face the maelstrom with purpose
yet they take no notice.

Perhaps as the years pass, they’ll catch up…
Learn to value your vision,
your compassion,
your forgiveness…

For after each argument,
your little arms offer comfort,
wipe away tears,
make the promises that keep family together…

your smile that shines 
behind the clouds they create.

We all see that you are the lightening that comes as they crash together
1…2…3…
How long before they hear the thunder of your wrath?

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