Patchwork blankets coat smiles
Tell me about dreams and pink daisies
In a world of black hurricanes and rainbows.
I will sing her a lullaby something about a pretty good year
As optimism stings the night air
We suffer alone – Marching with angels clamoring for joy
“We can make it ,” she says
So I grab her hand and my prayers
Darlin here we go again
Ill build you secret windows and capes if I can.
Can you feel me from inside reaching –
The line is wearing thin
But the storm rides on
You bear my strength in arms
Frustrated by the cold
Eyelashes and freckles
Under layers of flavored ice cream
"If angels can -we can"
She whispers , as we fall asleep.