The Only Difference Between Heaven and Earth is Statistics

The stars constructed a winding path,
For a child with blond curls and blue eyes,
So she tapped her feet along the edges -
Skipping across all of her parents lies.

And shards of the golden misconceptions fell,
As she flashed a bright smile to the world ahead,
Her arms wide open; as she giggled in awe,
Forgetting the words that her parents had said.

Silver buttons tied together the dress she wore,
As she carried a lunch box with her name,
And her black and blue cheeks; engraved with dimples -
Were a portrait of the misconstrued blame.

But with a safety pin; she fixed her broken heart,
And she jumped to and fro on top of the stars,
As her picture was printed in the local newspaper,
Becoming just another statistic of ours.

Holding her warm hand; I jumped along with her,
Playing like little children are meant to play,
And her glimmering eyes shone bright with colors,
As we danced through Heaven's dismay.

-Jenna Elphick
June 21, 2007