Edgar A. Tieman

INNOCENT

I loved the fingers
So tiny and small

They fit inside the
Names on my wall

Their smiles so
innocent and small…

Voices so soft are
hard to hear…

Some made
me laugh…

Some made
me weep…

On tip toes
they stood.

That name
Spells Grandpa…

That name
Spells Grandma…

Why isn’t my
Name on the wall?