Dollhouse. Poem by Ashlyn Berlin

Wrong and right
Disappointment lingers within these walls
Loud talking and screaming instead of wanting peace

Daddy has been gone a little longer
Mom has been up in the clouds
I wonder why daddy wasn't at dinner

Take your daughter to work day isn't as exciting
Playing in paper clips and shredded paper, winter wonderland
We played my favorite game, house.

Although I was confused why the worker was trying to play mommy.

On the drive home I was ecstatic to tell mom
The air smelt like gross chicken and asparagus
Before I could say anything mom yelled at dad for his smell

I pulled at her pant leg and told her about playing house
I told her about the woman who played mommy
She looked shocked and ask what daddy was playing

My answer was of course; daddy is who he normally is
With tears running from her blue eyes, guilt is what I felt for the first time
The stairs to my room seemed like a mountain; the unclimbable

Talking turned into screaming
Tears became sobs
Now mommy and daddy no longer play house with me.