-Holes-

She said she would call in an hour.
Sat on the floor,
too young to know what the hands on the clock meant.
Sat on the floor,
watched it ticking.
You thought she would call.
Thought she would be there in the morning.
Too young to know that was the wrong way to love a child,
In a house so tall and empty.
Left a hole,
the first of many.
She'll be four soon,
your own baby.
There are many things you don't know,
but one you know for certain.
She will never have to feel
The wrong way to love a child.