I am just ten years old, most like any other

Except Dad no longer lives with me and my mother.

When we were still together you said I was a pest

But since you two have split up, I’m suddenly the best.

Each one claims to have my interests at heart

That’s why I ought to live with you, get a fresh start.

With flaws and claws so clearly drawn, whether hers or his

"You just don’t understand what a louse my ex-spouse is."

Mom says you’re dangerous ‘cause you drink a lot

You used to drink together, but her memory’s not so hot.

Dad, he claims that you are foolish with his money

No food, no clothes - it’s spent on your new honey.

It’s your new truth - you feel I need to know

But hide it from the others, Gran and Uncle Joe.

Ammo in the war of the words, the snipes and barbs exchanged

Like a giant Scrabble board, the facts get rearranged

Today a flying insult went glancing off my cheek

It’s too dangerous to cross between you two each week.

They call it friendly fire, but it hurts me all the same

What kid would want to learn to play this nasty game?

I want you both to know I’ve had entirely enough,

I’ve packed my cat, my baseball hat and other vital stuff.

This train is bound for Moose Jaw - Aunt Hattie will be there

In years you haven’t spoken - "She’s made beyond repair!"

But if you two are crazy then she may be quite sane

So what’s to lose and maybe lots to gain.

She’ll be my shelter from this war

Where each other claims to love me more.

I may return - sort out this mess

And learn perhaps , it’s wise to love me somewhat less.

 

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