Innocence On My Front Porch

Innocence plays on my front porch,

Never knowing the true darkness behind the door.

Dollies argue- then kiss and make up,

Making wishes of happiness and love.

Innocence cries on my front porch,

Losing a piece of herself as she sees.

We're not like her dollies...

Plastic pieces of her world melt away,

As she hears,

"Mommy will come back someday."

I've always condemned myself

For never being "old enough".

And now she damns herself for being "too young".

There is strength in numbers,

I can only hope hers are stronger than mine...

Innocence holds me before I leave,

And that's where I want to stay...