Such lovely blonde curls,
such beautiful eyes
(though they often looked to be hiding a tear).
But no, that couldn't be,
you see there's always her laughter
like the most beautiful wind chime,
so infectious you would laugh, too.
Sometimes, before a new game started,
she would stare into the distance,
happy childhood thoughts, of course.
She loved to play with the other children
and balked at going home
when her mom called her in,
always
so good
in every other way.
She picked up her toys
before going to bed,
and when her father tucked her in
she said
"Please, Daddy, not tonight, I still hurt."
Such a good little girl.

09/25/2003