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Something Wrong
I knew something was wrong the moment I open'd the door.
I could smell the food burning; there was laundry on the floor.
Slowly, I entered the kitchen, but you barely said, "Hi."
I cautiously said nothing because I thought you would cry
But you also said nothing and just continu'd to work
I thought it best to hold my tongue, but I felt like a jerk
Silently, I'd give you as much time as I was able
So I pick'd up the paper and then sat at the table
The dishes must have been slipp'ry, you made such a clatter
Pots bang'd upon pans, the noise rose in an endless chatter
But finally, I could take no more, so I gently spoke,
"Is something wrong, honey?" But then you look'd like you would choke.
So I took your hands and held you, I knew you couldn't speak.
"I'm sorry you had a bad day." I softly kiss'd your cheek.