Little scars

I sing my little sunshine to you
only instead of the sunshine
I sing about you
and how you make me happy
when skies are grey
but when I get to the part
about please don’t take you away
you start to cry
in that way that unstitches
my insides
because you have found
a new pothole of grief
in your little life
and I dug it
so I try to change the words
but you plead inside the smear of your face
for the same song
the really really song
and only when I startle you
with my old trick
of asking you
did you hear that plane
that didn’t really exist
do you quiet down
until you fall asleep
curled up inside my limbs
as if you were still growing
out of my flesh
and I don’t move for a long time
until a plane eventually does pass overhead
full of strangers
all of them carrying their own baggage
of little scars.