Gently, Sweet Child
Dear little girl
With your glasses and braces
Thick mahogany hair,
And maturity in loose traces,
The world was thrust upon slim shoulders
Rivers of darkness flowed into your heart,
A treasure so vast your frame couldn’t hold her.
Monsters gnawed at the bones of your faith
For so long you dared not ask the mirror
If it should speak of a corpse or a wraith
You’d give anything to be anywhere but there
And wrote poems of mental wear and tear
But if I can halt your spry pencil, dear,
I’d like to sing sweet music to your ears.
Dear little girl,
You’ll make friends with twenty-five
There will burst orange rays of light
Under which you’ll learn to thrive
Gently, sweet child,
For...
With your glasses and braces
Thick mahogany hair,
And maturity in loose traces,
The world was thrust upon slim shoulders
Rivers of darkness flowed into your heart,
A treasure so vast your frame couldn’t hold her.
Monsters gnawed at the bones of your faith
For so long you dared not ask the mirror
If it should speak of a corpse or a wraith
You’d give anything to be anywhere but there
And wrote poems of mental wear and tear
But if I can halt your spry pencil, dear,
I’d like to sing sweet music to your ears.
Dear little girl,
You’ll make friends with twenty-five
There will burst orange rays of light
Under which you’ll learn to thrive
Gently, sweet child,
For...