I wrote this for a little girl that died. I kind of want to give it to her family but I'm not sure if I should. The friend of mine that was friends with the family that lost her has not been on in some time anyway, so I'm not sure I'll have the chance. I wrote it anyway.
For a Child I'll Never Know
There are black marks across every wall
Of my pretty white house
Products of my two year old with a magic marker
And the stealth of a busy mouse
Two coats of paint only dulled it slightly
Her picasso on rented walls
And I think its something I could have missed
As I follow the damage down the hall
But I read a little story today
A baby girl all giggles and smiles
She's just seen her first birthday
But I'll never meet this child
I can only imagine what she must be like
Since I know little more than her name
From the little treasure I hold each night
I wonder if they might be the same
I wonder at the clothes she's worn
And what and where her toys were tossed
And though I never held her close
My heart can feel that something is lost
She shared no great philosophy
And the world, for most, will continue at pace
But at night when I hold my little one
I will remember a tiny face
For fingers I never touched
Have brushed this dying heart
And a smile from a picture
Softened the hardest part
So these words that come from my soul
Are for this child I'll never know
With silent prayers to the family
That had to watch her go
Thank you and the heavens for your little girl
Even if it was for a little while
Please know that she changed my world
And when I think of her I will always smile
