red or yellow locks of sun
curls of black or gold
brown eyes bright lit with light
smiles to always hold

cheeks of summers peach
twirling color under sky
tiny lips fingertips
words reaching to ask why

words that I will never hear
hands empty drawing cold
sky of night no stars for light
lullabyes of silence told

no doll nor ball or teddy bear
no silence profers peace
no small chair or table
no handprint wrinkle crease

written by megan van pelt

Change it comes can be seen in them trees
change it comes with the blowing of the leaves
change it comes when all leaves be gone
cold gray branches rotting in the sun
change it bears the earths floor cold
change it has come the earth is sold

change it comes the earths sky black
change it comes upon my bent tired back
change it comes my hardened heart grey
cold gray brokenhearted scared to stay
change it bears another sun to see
change it has come far too late for me

written by megan van pelt