The Little One
At the young age of 2,
he has the saddest eyes.
Mommy and Daddy are fighting all the time.
Through all the yelling and hitting,
I hold him and tell him it's O.K.,
that everything will be all right.
Even as young as he is,
he knows it's not O.K.
He tells me,
through the pain in his eyes,
that it will never be all right.
So while i hold him,
I rock him back and forth,
and sing to him sweet lullabies,
while silently crying,
for him and the thought of all his pain.
Copyright © Miranda Simmons | Year Posted 2006
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