Head bent in a false prayer,
Pointless words being said
She closed her eyes
Tried to remember
She could not remember why her faith was shattered.
Two mothers.
One real; who could not care.
One fake, who was not there.
One away, travelling 6000 miles.
One deceased, six feet underground.
She could not remember their faces.
One father
He loved her so
But his son was his crowning glory
She was never good enough.
He was perfect.
She could not remember the last time he was proud.
One sister
Her little angel
Tiny, premature
As soon as she looked at the doomed earth
She left it.
She could not remember Elizabeth Rose coming home.
One half-brother.
A substitute for a dead daughter
Loved more than the false prayer
He could do no wrong
Yet she tried so hard.
She could not remember the last time they'd seen eye to eye.
A brother.
More family to her than all the others combined.
Yet so far away.
He stuck up for her when their mother was shouting
Yet now he had escaped from the prison of home.
She could not remember when she had last felt safe.
One false prayer
One shattered faith
One broken family
Torn beyond repair.
She could not remember the last time she'd smiled.