A sad little girl, a broken world, a tear
A sad little girl, a broken world, a tear. A tear dropped from her eye. I said Kaitlin what’s the matter? She said grandpa I don’t know. She said I just feel sad. I asked her why. She said because Mommy is sad. Oh, I said and why is Mommy sad. Mommy said the world is broken.
I knew what she meant. When I was born the world was broken as well. I was born at the end of World War 11 and the whole wide world was broken. I was too young to know why, but I felt sad just like Kaitlin. Why was I sad? because my mom was sad that the world was broken. And I was also mad. Why was I mad? because my Dad was mad the world was broken.
Seems when we are children we feel what our mothers and fathers feel. We don’t know why things are broken, we just feel them. As children we live from our hearts and not our heads. As Mom and Dad’s we sometimes live more from our heads and not our hearts.
Kaitlin then asked me, will everything be OK? Will the world stop being broken? I said when I was a little boy her age the world was broken as well. And it got fixed. It got put back together again. And one day it will get put back together for her as well. She asked when will it get together again? I said we never know when, but keep believing, keep praying and one day it will.
I said since the world was born it always breaks and then it gets put back together again. And every time it gets put back again, it becomes better that before it broke.
Steven is an author, artist and antagonist to fear and apathy.
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