• Pale, white kitchen tiles
    Tall, tan kitchen stool
    Two ponytails bouncing
    Stomach rumbling for food
    Dad walks in from work
    Takes off his shoes and coat
    Mom working late tonight
    Fear replaces hunger
    I watch this stranger called Dad
    He hears my stomach
    And enters the kitchen
    Clatter of two bowls
    Rustle of cornflakes in the box
    Cereal quickly hits the bowl
    Milk poured into the bowl
    More clatter as the bowl is passed
    Another hand gets the spoon
    A small plink as it hits the milk
    The bowl hides a dark, rough hand
    A hand connected to an arm
    An arm connected to a body
    On top of the body is a head
    With a face I now trust