One day, I know
that he will ask
questions,
Children have a way
of noticing things
that are there,
seeing shapes
and shadows
that aren't,
A special talent for noticing
missing things and finding
words to help them understand
what shadows mean
and how the sun shines.
Some children grow up
and ask where the sun
goes when the shadows
grow,
I know
that the silver
lining is a cliché,
but I keep looking at the clouds
expecting a miracle,
but the rain brings
no relief,
only pelts me with reason
after reason to keep writing
to you, even though you'll
never read these words,
I know one day
he will.
The sun always shines,
somewhere,
even on the cloudiest
nights, silver lines slice
through in patches,
and all the shapes
and shadows tell
me that.
NaPoWriMo #20 - Write what you "know"