Warnings: child death
When a human dies too young
There are certain things we do
You may not notice but that's fine
For these things aren't meant for you
The Christmas gifts are burnt to ash
For St. Nick knows a thing or two
The toy will find the poor young soul
And to them it will be like new
Cupid understands their pain
So when they rise to the above
He lets Storge arrows fly
So all the kids again feel love
The Easter bunny guides the pets
To children waiting in the sky
He watches as they reunite
A sight that always makes him cry
The Tooth Fairy just keeps the coins
For buried teeth cannot be bought
But still she mourns and thus she plants
Marigolds upon their plot
My job to some seems rather small
But if I were to speak my mind
I'd yell and shout to those who doubt
That they must all be deaf and blind
So every night I do my job
Though really it is not a chore
I just act as a sort of guide
Taking them to the Before
I hold small hands as we walk back
To visit loved ones while they sleep
And as they face what they can't have
I comfort them and let them weep
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
