The Thoughts of a Child
Once I knew the thoughts of a child,
Once I knew only innocence and peace in my home
Once I knew only good and love, nothing of betrayal.
A long time ago that was.
I can still feel the fresh snow on my skin,
I can still see the backyard marigolds,
A brilliant mix of scarlet and sun lingers in the back of my mind.
I can still taste the tart-sweet flavor of sugar dipped rhubarb,
Plucked right from the end of the block.
I can still hear Hannah Montana playing in the background.
I was still safe.
Where did it go?
Where did it go.