Mommy and Daddy had a great fight,

A terrible sound in the hush of night.

The cake I baked was tossed away,

While they stormed off, with more to say.

I sat in the hallway, thoughts like a storm,

Wondering what I did to break the norm.

Did I cause the shouting, the slamming door?

Was love something we don't have anymore?

Big girls, they say, don't cry or scream -

They fix what's broken in the family dream.

So I found the can, the one marked fuel,

And played my part, calm and cool.

I traced the floor in looping trails,

While voices clashed like sharpened nails.

They didn't see me, didn't care -

They were too busy tearing air.

A single spark, a match, a flame,

A birthday candle with a different name.

Outside, I watched the house ignite,

Their screams like laughter in the night.

Now Mommy and Daddy are having a time -

Together at last, in ashes and rhyme.