Pictures Of Hearts Poem by Stephanie Souter

To hear him speak,
Would be a short breath from scream.
For the way to a mans heart is through his stomach.
It looks nothing like the picture my daughter drew for me today.

I use my cooking knife, that has cut his wifes wrist so many years.I want to show him.
What a great meatloaf i can make.
My daughter is a vegetarian but i even think she will like it.

After all, way to a mans heart is through his stomach.
So i must teach her how to cook her future husband.

I wander trough his body finding the white and dark meat.
I can here my daughters laughter as mommy drops the kidney on the ground and it slips and slides all on the concrete floor.
I saw her father in her.

With the laugh that drove mommy crazy
The one that made her buy the gun
The one that made her punch her stomach when she got pregnant with her
The one that made her have a deformed baby
The one that made her girlfriends ask about why she wasn't sleeping
The one that made the pills question her sanity

The one that made mommy kill daddy...........