Your fresh and unnassuming face peers
lovingly toward my grave visage,
blissfully ignorant, unaware
of the grievous pain you have caused.
While I slept, your busy little hands
took hold of my dreams, held them tight -
each hope struggling to stay alive -
you drowned them in the inky night.
Yet here you lie with your loving eyes
begging for tenderness and care.
Should your ignorance of your foul deeds
give cause enough, the rod to spare?
I cannot know, nor can I assume.
Simplicity begs innocence.
I’m forced to greet your destructive whims
with constant love and tolerance.