For Her Andrew

And when I go to sleep tonight,
Ill pray that somewhere
Up above,
God’s holding that little boy’s
Soul up in his arms,
Saying, “shh, Andrew, don’t cry.”
And when I see her crying
In the school desk behind mine,
Ill turn and smile
-
A sad, sweet smile,
One that says I’m sorry,
It’s okay,
I’m here,
And I’m praying,
All in one closed-lipped
Second
-
And I’ll turn back around and
Wipe a tear from my own eye
As the remnant of my smile for her brother
My smile for her Andrew
Remains.