Only the Good
bald child
smiling
for a paper crane
nightly
prays for others
the sun to her
is everyday
and smiling
and mightily
she smiles
after every chemo
stoic hide
tries to hide
her child why's
and whimpers
'cuz smiling
is more her style
and i
search for words
not smiling
what do you-
how to say-
tell a little child
her momma
has gone away
gone home
and little girl
you're all alone
Copyright © Sean Cosslett Moore | Year Posted 2007
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