A Question For Daddy Poem by Victoria Annette Bailey

“Daddy, why does my Mummy hang from the Moon?
You told me that I shouldn’t stare,
But she’s staring, Daddy, right through my skin
Her eyes bulge beneath her fair hair.
Daddy, why is that puppy, lying in the road
Why does his tail not wag?
Why does that baby, cry at his side
Like a perished, implacable hag?
Daddy, why is your friend
In that bizarrely shaped box?
Why does he no longer stand?
Why do you cry when she talks of his life
And clench your quivering hands?
Daddy what’s the tube for; with the platinum pen?
Why does it sink in the blue.
Why do your eyes go as wide as Mummy’s
When she hung from the white crescent Moon?
Daddy, why don’t you stir when I call out your name?
You always sleep after using that pen,
It’s scary here Daddy, when the windows turn black
And I’m alone in our apartment again.
I’m make you some dinner for when you awake,
I’m all grown up now, Daddy, see?
The instructions don’t look tricky, I’ll give it a go
A surprise, Daddy, to you from me.
Daddy, it never glowed like this when you used to cook,
Although, it’s been a long time since I remember you did,
Daddy, I need you to help me, it feels so warm
My skin shines and it smells so acrid.”
“Daddy’s lost in the needle, he’s sent you to sleep
Remember, dead men never lie,
Inhale the carpet, for your Daddy’s at rest
Solace is romance, ” say I.