Tears roll down Lizzy’s face,
I hug her tightly.
She misses Mom.
I tell her everything will be all right,
She doesn’t care—
She wants Mom.
I carry my sister carefully to the living room.
We rock in the rocking chair.
Lizzy still cries for Mom.
We are awake long into the night.
Finally Lizzy falls asleep in my arms.
I carry her back to our room—
Careful not to wake her.
She does this almost every night.
What am I suppose to tell her?
How do you tell a three-year-old she can’t stay with her mother?
Our mother who loves us—
Who would never hurt us.
I can’t explain it to Lizzy.
Again the next night I hug my sister tightly—
Tears fall from her face.