Coming of age.

Everyday momma would take me to the window 

she would sit me on her lap

reach across and open the curtains 

 Sweetie, What do you see?

I see children laughing momma 

I see trees so high 

their leaves look like they're caressing the sky

I see a new born baby opening its eyes for the first time 

I see oceans, so beautiful they look endless

One day I may sail on them 

the possibilities endless 

And the sky, Oh the sky

so blue so innocent 

But it's not always a pretty blue 

sometimes it’s gray 

sometimes I see children crying 

starving, I see 

famine momma and poverty 

I see wars and blood 

I see guns with bullets not meant to protect but to kill

I see innocent people dying 

momma closed the curtains

And that day momma did the strangest thing 

she hugged me and whispered 

you’ve come of age 

it’s time you knew the world isn't such a pretty place.