A picture hangs in my kitchen
A child stares down at me
A lavender bow in her hair only partially succeeds
And her eyes do not reveal what she needs

A child stares down at me
Steam obscures the room behind her
And her eyes do not reveal what she needs
As she presses small palms against the pane

Steam obscures the room behind her
Her mother is not nearby
As she presses small palms against the pane
Would my tears help?

Her mother is not nearby
A picture hangs in my kitchen
Would my tears help?
A lavender bow in her hair only partially succeeds.