Says the Little Girl who Looks up to Me

The sound of her yelling voice,
vibrates in my ear,
ENOUGH, I cant take it anymore!

I yell, and scream,
then, quiet fills the room once I'm done,
tears fill her eyes...
guilt eating me from the inside.

"OK" she says and walks away,
the sound of her voice was smooth,
smooth like the silk pajamas my grandma wears on movie night,
her blue/green glimmering eyes turn wet,
tears escaping, as I wish I could.

Nothing left to say,
the damage has been done,
cant undo it now.

My face turns red, as it does when I cry,
red as blood...
sadness, pain, guilt.
Tomorrow is going to be full of sorrow.

"Why do you and mommy always have to fight?"
says the little girl who looks up to me...
no answer, although she deserves one.

Then I thought to myself...
you know what, I'm her roll model,
and not doing a very good job...

I better shape up my attitude...
for her, at least.