A Broken Soul

Oh, my little angel, looking into your eyes wasn’t easy as you always had them closed, Happy and peaceful as you enjoyed your afternoon doze, I wonder as I wander through this busy world, Why do my arms yearn to spin you around in a dancing twirl? As I recall the voices of you and your friends from the birthday crowd, All I could hear was your voice singing joyfully, making me so proud, Then, on that beautiful summer’s day, The grass in the pastures was lusciously green, A few wild horses were grazing, your rabbits were nibbling away, but our Guinea fowls were nowhere to be seen. Oh, why, why did you not sleep in late like you always did? Why did you sneak into the woods so far and deep that no one could have heard your shouts or your screams? Silent tears stream each day, and so I willed the hour of darkness to come, In the darkness, no one could see the sadness or the shell of a person I had become. Your presence kept me sane and focused, Beneath dim skies, with a heavy heart, I watched as they laid you down to rest, By your favourite spot near the pond of white lilies and pink lotus, In this broken soul, the echoes of your infectious laughter will always remind me that I was Blessed. by Zyrool