One second, One look…

   “Go, to sleep, Momma will be alright. . .”

   Her eyelashes flutter as she looks, coldly at me..

Just sitting there, waiting for an opening

Shivers run down as she looks up

Her fear, only a child…

My neglect, my own fears make the best of me

Leaving slowly, only to see her watching my movements

Its cold in here, but I don’t have much…

Beads run down her face, watching me, holding onto her crib

I am gone…