-The Little Girl-
The lonely little girl
Sits
In the park
Alone
She's getting drowsy
To tired to even make it home
To bed
To sleep
Her mother wonders
Where?
Why?
When?
Her father paces
Left
Right
Back and forth
Her brother sits by the phone
Waiting
For a call that won't come
Tonight
Her sister cries
Wishing
She'd been nicer
Everyday
But the girl is safe
Laying
Under the stars
Protected by her innocence
And the trees
That sway
Overhead
Are her roof
The darkness
Her blanket
The grass and flowers
Her bed
Nature is calling
Not to her house
Where her sister waits
Impatiently
To the young girls soul
On the first day of sun
Since winter
Covered it with its cold hand
When she wakes
Its light again
She knows she's been bad
And worried those who wait
She walks slowly home
Apologies on the tip of her tongue
To her family
And to the Sun
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