Children are not so oblivious as an adult Their wide eyes seem to see so much more than we Their tiny ears pick up feeling and We think them ignorant.
I babysat my two nieces, One was 5, the other 7 And as I walked through the door one day They greeted me, “Aspen, why are you sad?”
Nobody else seemed to see The buildings in my head crashing But these little girls knew instantly. Even when I smiled and assured them I was fine They snuck little worried glances at me
At the end of the day, When I had forgotten the beginning, They hugged me They said they loved me and that’d I’d be okay Because they knew I needed it.