Does Your Child Know? Poem by C H Sund

Your fake smile never lies
nor does you daily ’graines.
Moody today, as you were
yesterday and yesterday’s day.
Another night you’re not there,
another morning too.
Charades you play, acts portray.
And excuses? You are a pro, indeed!
The glassy eyes, the stumble there
words that ramble, words that crumble.
A strange “perfume”, a constant sneeze
Twitching… pacing…spacing…
Your eyes not seeing but others are.
Forget innocence, grace and all the saints
a child knows… knows before the “rest.”