Hold tight little girl
wide open toward a new type of life
surrounded by chaos and broken dreams made to observe.
Dull mumble roar
Possibilities pressured upon a future outcome
Holding dignity for a family frozen in a picture perfect wasteland
Insignificant words that matter not to a circle of best intentions
Wonder gushing out of her pores that have no choice
The angel beckons to dance on her grave exposing comic relief of the other side
Sting in the flesh of dirt piles left behind
Elite new england stuffery snaps jealous poison on a meter not worth a dam
Dipped desire to verse that stands.
The little girl shivers touched by meaning made real through death cuz the living requires too much for weary bones to make time for.
Another baby born for a brief luster getting a do over
Chance at redemption to slay the dragon, praying that adult frustrations of wounded ego don’t scape goat the child in discipline and stand up straight
Passing on seconds of buttery potatoes and clever conversation in the hot sun melting the glass around her lemonade
Jumping through the hose spray grasped tightly by my brother’s thumb caught up in cackle laugh that feels like eternity
She only wanted love and found it to be her last supper quenching that thirsty spirit in enough of a mark to visit dreams and skate on tear drops
Final flowers pressed in postcards bound half hazard in costume pigtails in the back of an album somewhere that we aught to check
The girls hold hands making promises of bff and please forgive me in the event of separation, marriage or just plain bitterness
Memories are plenty to shape into a life well lived and curiosity for whats to come in the whispers you lay patiently in our mind and the devil that peeks behind our moonlight.