little girl with her broken shoe

had seen a child

She was blue-eyed and

feather white skin. She was smiles

and cheek. She stood limply in the empty door.

But heaven dispersed and

Sorrow became her eyes

And she gripped the door

Crying for a mother

But the mother had died.

Hell came on earth

and took what created

that little girl

with her torn-up shoes

and ripped skirt

mother and father gone

and she still stood

blue eyed and crying

and i prayed for her

but knew she was dying

Little girl

With her broken shoe

Mother and father wait for you...