Childhood

Disappointment clouds their faces,

ages them till furrows appear, crestfallen -

I bow my head and weep with shame.

A tear trails down my cheek-

Like a child, I bite my lip and try not to cry--

-how foolish a tear.

And like a child, it does not listen.

Traitorously betraying my guard,

Quivering along my trembling mouth

-oh that hateful tear.

Please catch my trailing tear,

and hold it in your hand.

Smooth out the wrinkle of my failures.

Dear God, I need you here-

-to catch my traitorous, trailing tear.