Sweet like ice cream

I sit on the porch and watch my father

Park his red truck

He kicks off his boots

Hugs me tight

I sit cross legged on the porch

In the awe

Only a child knows

Bitter like radish

I lay under my bed

Hear the car rev away

Wait for him to hug me

Wait for him to smile again

Feeling the fear

That no child should know

To love him is a bitterjoy

To hate him is a bitterjoy