Daisies pushing through the floor,
Through the cracks and
Through the door,
Petals falling to the ground
As mother chokes
Without a sound,
Vines twisting, pouring rain,
And father's life
Down the drain;
Brother goes to thunder's roar,
And sister's fallen to the floor,
And baby's cries fill the room
Until, of course, he's gone, too,
And no one's left to ask, What for?
But daisies pushing through the floor.