Poem // Children’s Rhymes

London Bridge isn’t falling down
Little kids just laugh out loud
Their pockets are not filled with posie
At least not for the songs they sing.

Darkness hovers all around
Grim words cloaked in joyful tunes
But children don’t know of what they speak
Their morbid rhymes are just for play.

Oh how I envy the child’s delight
When now my mind turns first to fright
To help me from my endless night
I pray for the strength of young kids’ might

For children are stronger than anyone knows
Filled with eternal smiles and hope
But they can’t save me, even if they try
I must learn to find my lost child inside.

© 2016 Melissa McLaughlin


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