"lost children"
A moment of silence
For the butterflies
For the teeth that never reached pillows
For the far away suns never wished on
For the scraped knees that never were
Let us all bow our heads and not forget
Yes, let us never forget them
Or let our minds get too full
To cry
To pray
To hope
And when the rage is consuming
Let us not hold up pitchforks
But grab our children
And say “you are heaven sent,
but I’d rather you stay with me”
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Small Girl, Big World
PoetryA collection of short poems that I wrote mostly during the summer of 2013. A majority of them have to do with things I've observed around me and not necessarily things I've been through.
