Daddy's Little Girl

A poem of a child and father's suffering written for my college Creative Writing class...

He had a little daughter,
no taller than his knee.
He tucked her into bed one night,
and there he made her bleed.

He bought a simple doll house,
in hopes to make amends.
But she saw the way he smiled,
it was sort of like the wind.

She was more acquainted,
with the touch of Daddy’s fists,
but she loved him all the more
even when he slit her wrists.

He had a little daughter,
she was the apple of his eye.
But now he cannot hold her
or ever say goodbye.