“The Downfall of the Observant Child”

A poem by Edna Cardona


If you stare at the clouds you can see them move in the sky. 

I don’t know why they move like that; all in unison.

I never got the chance to ask. 

I figured they move because the wind blows them in a certain direction, but I’ll never know for sure. 

I never asked why we lived where we lived. 

I never asked why dad was always gone.

I’m sorry I asked why you were crying.

I swear I’ll forget just please stop crying. 

I’m sorry I hurt you mommy I swear I’ll never do it again. 

I’m sorry that happened to you, mommy. 

I’m sorry that I’m too small and too weak to help you. 

I’m sorry you saw me cry. 

I swear I’ll never do it again.