She runs around the house,
Delightful as she seems,
The house is nothing but an empty shell
Of loneliness behind the smiles, that she hides
I watch her from a place she can’t reach
Unable to act, I can only wait
until the night falls, until the sky darkens
until she falls asleep
She squirms and quarrels with the air
Miserable even in her slumber.
A bead of sweat trickling down her brow,
Little girl, I will help you.
In a swirl and whirlpool of magic,
I will take away your nightmares and demons,
You can rest now, unmindful of isolation.
That is all I can do for you, my precious girl.