You, lovely child of my heart,
twirl laughing into the room
like a sunbeam’s
No one here has time for the glare
of sun in their eyes.
Your song can’t reach the cavity
that worries them; the decay has already set in,
they are only trying to avoid death.
Your brothers, mired in jealousy
that you could capture even a glance
from your distracted parents,
casually batter you
and you pick yourself up
and offer yourself to them,
wanting only to give and receive love.
Everything you can do to be of service,
you learn, composing songs
to the light,
even as you forcibly come to know
the darkness. You can’t halt
the dance of joy, the songs of pure emotion,
no matter how fierce the fists,
how sharp the words;
you would just as soon stop breathing.
Come, I will hold you close
and safe here, so dance, sing,
let your unsubduable spirit
pour over us
and save us.