Jean's Grin

The morning dew blessed the land,as Jean awoke from her nestled bed.She had only one thing on her mind today,fathers weekend surely came.She put on fathers favorite lavender color blouse and peered out the window,leaving impressions of her small cute face.Her eyes sparkled like diamonds oh the joy she embrace.Then the ring of the phone ding-a-ling and faint call from mom "Jean".1

She rustled down the flight of plush brown stairs setting at her toddler seat.Mom looked to be crying,such a sad face she had on.Jean went to her mothers arms,embraced in her sorrow.Hugging mom was all she could do.2

The morning turned into night ,as Jean set yearning her fathers hug and kiss.Tired she curled up into a ball and lie by the windowsill awaiting daddy's arrival.3

Mom still full of sniffles and puffy red eyes looked at tiny Jean waiting by the window. She delicately placed her in her pink flowered bed.4

Next day alot of visitor came,but no dad.Mom cuddle her alot today more than usual.Tears still streaming out of mom's eyes .Jean so gently whipped them away.Mom smiled a innocent grin and showed Jean her toy's to play with.5

Another day pass Jean still flutters to door with every ring.No dad was to be seen. She would slowly move herself back to the play room.Mom now wears black with her face so long and pale.We walk amongst the land of tomb stones hand and hand.She tried to tell Jean here daddy sleeps .All Jean could do is grin.6