She sits and watches across the tale
Mom and dad snap at each other.
Little brother colouring unaware as she chats to him
“Good boy Ethan that’s lovely” not once taking her gaze away from her parents.
She knows that dance, this routine.
The looks, the snapped requests
Exacerbated sighs.
Ethan spills his drink and immediately she moves to clean it.
Still her eyes on them as daddy says “For fuck sake” and walks away.
She keeps her eyes down wipes at her cheek, hugs her little brother.
“Ring a ring a Rosie Ethan”
“All Fall Down”
