The Faithful Heart

Tiny, wooden girl on the window sill,

you peer outside so tenderly

--what is it that you see?

Your wire-frame wings are bent

from children's careless mishandling,

the heart in your hands is fading...

But still you stare and your arms reach

as if somewhere out there

--where I cannot see--

is someone you have, for so many years,

in silence and tears,

been loving.