Folded

His hatred echoes through these walls,
His walls.
His sacred house.

Remember when,
Christmas dawn broke,
With shadows of black and blue?
Laying in those blankets,
Trembling.
So cold.

Can you recall,
Those soft, sweet words
Your little girl once spoke?
"I Love You Daddy"
Dandelion Gold.

In depths of drunken snow,
They remain in folds.