Lil Child
A lil girl rises from her bed seeking to play with her doll
Her three year old imagination seeks adventure and her cheek Mama’s peck
A lil boy descends from upstairs
His one year old mind craves to learn and his speech tries evolving with Papa being his first call
Mama smiles to see her lil girl correcting the baby doll
A distinct vision that embraces a vivid smile and a loving gesture
Papa sees his lil boy running toward him
The call of his name a unique melody
And then one morning and many days after it look as though Mama and Papa are no longer one
As talk become yells
As pretty words become unfamiliar
As their days are now divided between two separate homes
The one night becomes two
Two nights becomes three weeks
Weeks outlast into several months
Months brought in another… Mama? Papa?
Their lil eyes don’t recognize who these people are
Their lil mind lack understanding of why Mama and Papa tolerate whoever to treat her and him like Papa and Mama did or never did at one time
Their lil heart refuses to feel what they once felt for one or the other
They’re not Mama nor Papa
Where are my Papa and Mama and who are the unknown that now stare at me like someone that shouldn’t be?
Too many questions for a lil child to ask… Perhaps not
Perhaps Papa and Mama are too busy to explain
Or perhaps they refuse explanation because there’s no justification
Some time later…
A young lady rises from someone’s bed that had no play and yet she was the doll
Her fifteen year old mind lack imagination and doesn’t like the adventures she has suddenly found
A young man descends from another room
His thirteen year old mind lack the crave to learn and his speech is dressed in vulgarities
Mama sees her lil man running outside
The call of his name is a curse to his core building angered energy
Papa glares to see his lil girl being corrupted by someone outside of their home
A distinct vision from what he saw when she was only a child
All’s become a distinct vision that disregarded what happened between then and now
The lack of answers to their lil questions
Bringing forth the in between and ignored nightmare for a lil child to consume
The one morning and the sometime later now reappear as errors
Pride is too high and mighty to allow admitting
That the one day became too long
For two sets of lil eyes to recognize
For two lil minds to understand
For two lil hearts to know what to feel and how to refuse
All because Mama and Papa didn’t know how to talk to each other and stay as one, one more day
