Her heightened ignorance was total bliss.
Just imagine the dark clouds that she could miss.
As it sat there, patient, in its pale nimbus cage,
she would smile & play, never succumbing to rage.
She would dream of new monsters & sour delusions,
waking to relax, knowing they were all illusions.
Were these hints at the future? The waiting & the praying...?
Did this make Mommy cry at what the doctor was saying?
Surely, these thoughts did not enter her musings,
story books & math were all she found confusing.
She would cooperatore tomorrow, pick up her toys off the rug,
and make sure she had enough time to give Mom an extra hug.
She didn't ask many questions; she knew she'd be okay.
After all, she had her teddy bear, and tomorrow was another day.
So while her parents had to argue, and took the time to weep
the angel they were fighting for softly sang herself to sleep.
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