Red and white sweater, blue jeans, tennis shoes.
That was the day her world slipped away, the day she really grew.
Pain, confusion, bewildered.
The scent of fear. I want my mommy where is she?
alone with her unshed tears.
It's our secret, trust me, it will never happen again.
She believes, pushes it behind her, can her soul ever mend?
Layers of clothing, a hot June night.
The rustle of the covers in the dark light.
Pretend, just pretend, ignore the fear so stark!
The singing birds, the morning's met,
go to sleep it was only a dream.
She turns her head, sees the pillow indent,
and then she wants to scream.....