Little Toes

Prancing around the house
Like the footsteps of a baby deer
On tippy-toes
To reach something too high

Giggles and squeals
Because “This Little Piggy” tickles
Twirling around
Like a tiny ballerina

High pitched laughter
When Mommy plays foot phone
Cries of protest
When time to cut toenails

“Mommy, ouchie!”
And I kiss the boo-boo away
I stroke them gently
As she falls asleep

Mommy’s sweetie
And her little toes

Copyright © 2016 Ashley Uzzell

Song of Benjamin

A breeze begins, tossing grains of sand
It blows dead leaves across this barren land
Stirring the ashes left in my hand
No one lives here anymore

Skeletons of animals litter the ground
Skeletons of buildings are all around
Even ships are rusting, sunk in the sound
No one lives here anymore

I eat dry food I can barely taste
As I sit here alone in the desert waste
Wiping ashes and grit from my hands and face
No one lives here anymore

A house with broken windows stands across the way
Toys in the yard indicate children used to stay
No longer, now on those beds only ashes lay
No one lives here anymore

The silence is deafening, no bugs dare make noise
No more birds to chirp and sing with joy
No mothers calling, laughing girls and boys
No one lives here anymore

I could not save them from this hell
The hate and greed that in their hearts dwelled
Drove them mad and soon their world fell
No one lives here anymore

Why could man not love each other?
Why not see your own species as your brother?
Why kill your own families, your father and mother?
No one lives here anymore

Here I am all alone, a dead world and I
And though many, including myself, have tried
No matter what, it seems I just cannot die
I will live here, evermore

Copyright © 2016 Ashley Uzzell