Little Things by Jeff Lee
She swings her feet freely back and forth.
Small white shoes polished to shine.
Catching the moon’s full luminous glow reflecting white on white.
As she swings she also sings
a tune of mice and clocks
running hickory dickery then stop.
In her ignorance is innocence
Knowing nothing of what has happened
or anything of the great beyond to come
My job is to tell
her what will befall her next
on her road to salvation.
A shepherd one traveler called me,
the great and mighty decider some used,
soulless bastard cried another.
They all cried, screamed, and pleaded.
It is their nature
to want more
of the life they had lived
no matter how full or empty
they want more.
Her head turns in my direction
eyes a pale blue
“Hi, why are
your clothes so black and smoky?”
She does not know me
I am just another person to her
a stranger on the street.
“Clothes are as they need to be”
“Your dress is pretty”
“Mommy made it for me,
she cried on it though.”
“Can I go home now, please?”
My job only allows me a
purpose, never a choice or favor
I am death, even when it hurts.
Original Poem: http://www.ibiblio.org/ipa/poems/komunyakaa/my_father's_love_letters.php
(I only matched the word count from each line)