Not To This Child
By Mara

Not to this child
Not the boy with the
Beautiful blue eyes
I hear him cry out
During the night
His fear is so great
His sleep is haunted
By what, I don't know
All I know is what I think
And all I can think of that is
Not to this child
Not to this innocent little boy
How could someone do
What I think they did
To this innocent boy
His heart is so gentle
I hold his hand as he sleeps
Hoping to fend of his nightmares
I cry in silence for the thought
Of what he suggests
During the rare moments
I can get him to tell me what
His nightmares are about
All I can think is
Not to this child