*
Becky’s sulk face is adamant with indignation.
If she only knew how perilous it is to neglect the young.
*
…Our roles are reversed for the tale
of mum and dad and a kitchen knife,
which Fiona tells in sobs on the stairway.
*
Something I said has recalled her
feather streaked cheeks of pain.
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