Father,
Why have you bade goodbye
to my little heart?
The paper crane
I folded for you
still sits in my hands,
wanting to fly away.
But you abandoned her.
Now, where does she go?
My heart wishes for her
large crane wings.
So that I may soar to you.
But sadly,
I cannot do so.
Mother has taken your crane
and crushed it in her hands.
Goodbye Father.
Love,
Youngest Daughter