In my building there is a little girl.
This little girl must be around three.
She cries all night and day.
Her cry is loud and there is no glee.
I sometimes wonder why she cries so much.
It can be 4 am or 4 pm the screams reach my ears.
Perhaps she cannot speak;
Perhaps she is in pain;
Perhaps she is sad; or
Perhaps she is just used to it.
For whatever reason she may have,
I cannot help wondering what it may be.
Every now and then I hear her grandma scream;
For her cry is so loud that that is the only way anyone
can be heard.
There are times when I feel like knocking on their
door;
But then it is really not my place to be.
Hopefully one day all this will come to a stop.
Hopefully she will transform these tears into
laughter.
In the meantime, I will keep my fingers crossed.
( Written July 25, 2014) Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion.
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