That Girl
I wonder about that girl over there,
all she does is sadly stare
at the other children when they play,
then walks back home, every day.
I think she'd have the nicest smile,
if she'd just show it for a while
though no matter what I do,
she's always so blue.
It's strange how she draws me in,
I feel something odd within.
Like I should bring her cheer,
whenever she's sad and I'm near.
But she just walks right through me
and continues to be
a sad empty shell,
looking lonely and unwell.
I sometimes leave frost on her window,
specially made so she might know
that though her brother's gone away,
doesn't mean she can't have fun today.
Now it's been a few years,
and she doesn't burst into tears
when someone mentions brothers,
and she's talking more with others.
But every year, on this day,
she always seems to pull away.
She walks over to my lake, and I hang back,
to give her space as she whispers "I miss you, Jack."
I wish I could meet this Jack guy,
it's a shame that he had to die.
I'd like to see the boy with the same name as me,
and find out, what kind of a guy was he?
I also wish I could bring him to you,
because kid, I hate seeing you blue.
I hope someday you'll meet again,
and that I could watch, but until then
I'll keep on spreading winter and snow,
and pray that someone will show
a sign that they see me,
that would make me so happy.
Little girl, I wish you goodbye,
because now I've got to fly.
remember the past, live in today
and try to find some time to play.
And try to have a little fun too...
I wish all the best for you.