Little child so mild
Harmless words react
Retract the feelings behind each syllable
Baffled by it’s beauty
Little eyes that smile
Patient and full of hope
Cleansed by love, the passion above
I can’t save the sweet smell
Can’t save the little birds that fly by
So troubled in a silent state
Building its walls
Building it’s towering walls
Its scraper like seems
That comes undone
Little child so mild
Harmless words react
Retract the feelings behind each syllable.
 

By Kelly C. O’Donnell
© 2001