No Fair

A blessing ever to see them together.
What was so different from what was
use to be.
Laughter covered the agonies of life with
songs from angels.
Heartfelt tones delivered to the soul by
a playground symphony. Appreciations
often felt by lives journeying backward,
mere flashes of years ago yesterday.
In between footsteps an angel sung of
heartache and confusion. All atempts
to comfort her only baffled the
compassionate.
Tears fell all over a perfect world, pouring
outward from innocence, of denial, of
beauty, a crumbling universe in slow
motion. Saddly sharing her new found
reality with a box of crayons.
She cried. She cried when her crayons
wouldn't let her color the sky.