Danielle N. Calhoun

IN THE NIGHT

In the night,
When all is silent,
She hears a sound,
But cannot put her finger on it.

It sounds like a child,
A lost soul or ghost,
Who never went into the light,
And this realm forever roams.

This little voice,
No one can hear,
But for the one person,
The sound is crystal clear.

“I want my mother.”
This voice cries,
Though, she cannot be seen,
The tears cannot hide.

Falling like rain,
On the ground at her feet,
This little girl weeps,
While the one, who hears,
Cannot sleep.

Who is this child,
And why is she alone?
Who made her cry,
For the mother she loves so?

Was she separated,
When both passed and moved on?
Where is the mother,
This child speaks of?

In the night,
When all is silent,
She hears a sound,
But cannot put her finger on it.