Pouty Lips
pouty lips
and teary eyes
shrill breaths
small size
how we may
fall, flip, or fly
17 Heart Beats
17 little hearts beat as their consciousness sleeps.
Wake to a different world than the one from which you came.
A little brighter.
A little nicer.
A home of care.
The one you leave behind cared not.
Cruel figures inconsiderate of the ones who watch them.
But 17 pairs of eyes look and learn.
Mimic and yearn.
See who do.
See do what.
One day done.
Pitter Patter
The pitter patter of stumbling feet
It’s the little people I see
Who stand yea-high beside me
Every feeling felt
Makes my insides melt
Spirits softer than felt
But they need direction
That’s without question
Who will guide them
Until they become men
They need
Will you feed?
That Night
she crossed her bunny
slippers and waited for a story tell
me one where there’s a happy ending
she said and
holding her cat Felix she
listened intently she
was still awake at the end of the story and wanted another but
I told her it was bedtime and that
I’d see her in the morning mommy
she said what if you’re
not there in the morning I
will be I
said don’t worry
