dear Lord,
i'm just a little boy.
you see — i'm five today
but my Sister — she's old — 17 ya' know.
and now She's not what She used to be.
one night her boyfriend brought Her here
while i was in bed and Mom and dad were gone.
i heard Her scream — things got thrown around.
She cried for a long time. now She's fat and
She's not pretty anymore.
after that Mommy left me.
She's in a little apartment and
i get to see her sometimes.
we give Her flowers.
daddy yells to much.
and he smells like the glasses
that sit on the coffee table.
and when he drinks those glasses, it reminds me of
Tweety when he hides
in the bottle and gets big because
of what's in it.
but daddy never gets small again.
Lord, he doesn't really want to hurt me.
he tells me so.
that he loves me and
if i tell anyone i'll have to live with Mommy.
but, Lord, he scares me.
and i hurt.
and Mommy wants to know where the bruises
come from and
why the toilet's red after I go.
She used to ask me at night.
so Lord, help daddy get small again.
and make Sister pretty.
and if you can, let me live with Mommy a while.
She looked so happy when she left, and
everybody gives her flowers.
yea, i want to be with Mommy.
and when they plant my little box next to hers...
i hope i grow Chrysanthemums.
