Happy. Chatter,
Laughter, giggles,
And sound from happy children,
As in fine and beautiful story.
At supper;
Father sits in-between wives
All flanked by children,
Eating, drinking, merry.
But like flower
All this joy in heat withers,
As Daddy dies of a sudden.
And now its feast of fury.
Was it the head, love,
Or pretense, errors from the void?