Midnight late last week.
My daughter's diary.
Didn't know what it might be until it was open.

I only read one page,
And then put it away.
Talk about your big mistakes - hey Shan, nice going.

Photos show no tears in her eyes.
All those pretty years gone by I just cannot believe could do that to a child.

Shannon just flew down.
Four days back in town.
She sleeps in, lies around, and then she goes out.

And then one day she's gone.
What should I have done?
Joe turns the TV on with all the lights out.

Photos on the wall - she's my baby, she's my baby doll.
Is she someone I don't know at all?
Is she someone I betrayed?
It's a grey day in the fall, and the radio's singing down the hall, and I rise to turn it off and all I'm seeing is her face,
Age eight.