Curtains

Perhaps tomorrow the curtains won’t be ghosts

who guard the gate to places without tears,

maybe they can become angels

that chase away the monsters who bring pain.

 

Even when teddy bears can protect from belts

and Santa can’t find leave a present

in a litter laden home of empty booze bottle

where there isn’t even a tree.

 

But you can’t kill a dream

though brutal hands try to leave so many scars,

the heart can still see where the wind flows

know there is a sky

beyond the cracked ceilings,

hold onto the butterfly whispers

heard from the fairy godmother grandma

before she left to swim among the clouds.

 

Love lingers in the echoes remembered

of tales about fairies and princesses,

sometimes when she squints

their castle appears outside the window,

one that she was told about in stories.

 

For as long as she can see it

today will be that darkness

only lasting until a sunrise

when miracles happen

as her granny promised