The Little Girl

Under rosy cheeks of red
Is the tongue that stung and bled
When impatient teeth ran afoul
Of words impatient to be said

Behind cloudy eyes of blue
Is the soul too good to be true
When you listen to her secrets
She's bursting just to tell you

Inside tiny hands so pale
Paper cut from Mama's mail
Trembling to know the truth
Can't hide behind a veil

Love from such a tender heart
Enough yet to keep them apart
Young enough to hope forever
Old enough to know better

Under rosy cheeks of red
Tell her why her Papa fled
She'll wipe her eyes and turn away
No words left to be said