The angle of the corner,
The sweet union of two walls,
A home for the child bound
In a house of horror and loss.
Sit down, little love.
Put together your puzzle pieces.
Make a family of four paper dolls
And pray with small fists entwined
Pray for a future where bliss is.
Rest your small back,
Black and blue,
Dressed in pink ribbons,
Your tiny fingers paint pictures
Of a little mouse in red dancing shoes.
Four walls are the painted cages,
Of a child with no choice--
Gilded or tasteless,
But two walls together make a corner,
Where the mouse with red shoes
Can dance on stages.
The sweet union of two walls,
A home for the child bound
In a house of horror and loss.
Sit down, little love.
Put together your puzzle pieces.
Make a family of four paper dolls
And pray with small fists entwined
Pray for a future where bliss is.
Rest your small back,
Black and blue,
Dressed in pink ribbons,
Your tiny fingers paint pictures
Of a little mouse in red dancing shoes.
Four walls are the painted cages,
Of a child with no choice--
Gilded or tasteless,
But two walls together make a corner,
Where the mouse with red shoes
Can dance on stages.