. //There was a mighty wind outside,
The pages of little Abby's diary kept turning.
Unlike last Saturday, it wasn't me this time,
I never meant to startle sweet Abby, not then,
not ever; I caught her rustic vase mid-air.
Her sleep was always the most crucial to me
If any noise woke her, I'd be disheartened.
After she saw a moving pen on her table,
I had to maintain my distance, limit my presence.
Filling Abby's pens could wait for later,
The ink could last a day or two.
My hand habitually reached for her diary,
I had missed out on an entire week's entries.
Yesterday's entry, scribbled haphazardly,
"Gabe came again today, he was all drunk,
Mum sent me and danny away, like always.
She wouldn't let him meet me, not today,
I know he beat mum again, she cried all night!"
He was a big coward on the inside, that Gabe.
Every day he would come bother Martha,
Until I scared him away while watching TV.
Martha was better off raising Danny alone,
He'd come for monthly visits, for my son he'd say.
Even I couldn't stop him sometimes,
There was only little I could really do.
I would be gone at sunset, it was a constant,
By the time everyone would wake, I'd be here.
I had been very silent while reading but,
Danny's shouts for chips should have woken Abby.
Today's entry was penned earlier than usual.
"Make him go away mum, make Gabe go, please"
Did I already say the wind was fierce today?
A bottle of pills, Martha's happy pills,
Rolled towards me, fell from Abby's nightstand.
Oh, sweet girl, my sweet Abby.
The vase broke at my silent cry, Martha rushed up,
Danny followed his mum with a packet of chips.
Abby, now stood right beside me,
Watched her mum sob and fall to the wood.
She noticed my presence, cold as hers,
"How long have you been reading my diary?"//
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