Innocence

Little girl crying in your room

Your life has many silent repetitions

A landscape of fading blue

You’ve visited the edge of your bed before today

Tired feet, God knows your heart is weak

You have been running to this alter for weeks

Is Grandma going to be ok?

Will this be her last day?

Is the last scene she remembers is me closing the door?

You have nothing to resonate

In the darkness you hear a song

A song from another day

Grandma told me about the angels

When you slip into your bed at night

Many are there for your comfort, but some are there to fight

Trust me; there is hope in the events

God loves you, little girl, in all your innocence