One day you'll watch From the back seat of the car Your Dad grab your Mom's hair And jerk her head so hard it snaps Back against the headrest. The image and the screams a silent white noise Trapped in your psyche. You won't understand what you're seeing, And you won't have anyone to ask for help To understand. And all you wanted to do was go home and Play blocks. You build structures so intricate and magical With no instructions, everything comes from inside of you. And when you look up over your left shoulder I am there, watching you In awe Of your brilliance, your limitless creativity— You're such a beautiful child.