Take-Your-Daughter-To-Work-Day

I see you-
That three-year-old hiding behind the bush
Come on, then!
Show me something miraculous
Light the tree on fire,
Turn the water red,
Show me!
Where have you been, kid?
Have you really become so weak?
Are you really now this powerless
That you won't look your own daughter in the eye?
You did create me, after all- I was your idea...
Dad.

Come on, Daddy, show me how it works
Show me how you sleep at night
How you look yourself in the mirror
And manage to keep your breakfast down.
Show me how you hid behind this tree
And watched your sons kill each other
Watch your daughters die.

Dad, explain please, how this works
How you put all those bodies under the sand,
And still get by.
You call me "daughter",
But where were you,
Where ARE you
When I need you, dad?

So I guess, Dad,
It's time for you
To be the kid.

NB: Although it may not be clear in the poem, the father refers to G-d. Please give feedback as I may be entering this into a poetry competition that's very important. If you don't think I should enter this one, please tell me which of the poems I've published on the blog you think I should enter.

Thanks,
Katie J.