Yesterday, today and the scars of tomorrow

Little tiny feet shuffling along, in need of loving care
Little hands holding a plate, needing food but it remains bare

Slowly toward a figure on the couch fast asleep,
Tiny eyes brimming with tears, silently begin to weep

In a daze from drunken sleep waking briefly to see
Where the nearest half full bottle could be

Little eyes watching filled with sorrow
No certainties or hope for tomorrow

Time passes like a stormy wind every day
Tiny hearts heavy keeping their secret with nothing to say

Tiny little hands become grown and strong
With more surety and sense of where to belong

Little heart hardened guarded behind a wall
Always remembering, always fearing to fall

The figure will be long forgotten, a memory in the past
But the scars will be left lingering, the pain will forever last

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Little Pleasures

Giggles of pleasure; mommy’s delight

Laughter of love; a beautiful sight

Squishy little hugs and marshmallow kisses

Smells of peaches and roses; all granted wishes

Little girls good and pure

Bundles of beauty, that’s for sure.

Would you wait?

Would you wait for me at the ocean if you knew one day we would meet?

Would you wait for me to come and join you and save me an open seat?

Would you wait for hours in the longest line if you knew you’d be forever mine?

Would you dance to the music I hold dear if dancing was your greatest fear?

Would you swim in dangerous waters so deep if you knew my heart would be yours to keep?

Would you wait for me to wake every morning so my smile is the first thing you see?

Would you wait for me to fight my inner demons if together we’ll then forever be?

Would you wait until I say I do…because I would wait baby, I’d wait for you..

I shouldn’t

I shouldn’t write when I am angry, or hungry or upset
I shouldn’t let it worry me, I shouldn’t even fret

I should just breath and eat, go take a bath
Calm down and seek another path

I shouldn’t speak my mind for fear of words that will be said
I shouldn’t contemplate it, rather just get back into bed

I shouldn’t cry or laugh or give over to emotion
I should remind myself of love and trust and sincere devotion

I shouldn’t write when I am angry or hungry or upset
But writing makes it better and makes me forget to fret

Four little walls

Four little walls forming a room
Not very sunny filled with gloom

Four little walls trapping inside
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide

Four little walls the cause of so much rage
No words to read just an empty page

Four little walls with no secrets to bear
Silence deafening causing a tare

Four little walls with endless wait
No end in sight, too far off the gate

Four little walls slowly closing in
From this dream waiting to awaken

Four little walls not what they used to be
No more comfort or light to see