Hush
Hush, Little Girl. Dry your eyes.
Show us your smile; dry your cries.
Mommy is fine--in another place.
But you long to see her loving face.
Hush, Little Girl. Try not to speak.
Show us your strength; overcome the weak.
You don't understand, too young to know.
Now, put on your pretty dress; it's time to go.
Hush, Little Girl. The people are watching.
Dry your tears; your face is blotching.
Take my hand; sit very still.
Listen to the Preacher explaining God's Will.
Hush, Little Girl. We must go outside.
Lift up your head full of pride.
Try not to get dirt all over your shoes.
Stare at the sky, all the whites and blues.
Hush, Little Girl. There's Mommy, in there.
Watch the big box as they lift it in air.
They lower it down as you let out a sigh.
"Why's Mommy sleeping in that box, Daddy, why?"
Hush, Little Girl. Mommy can't come back.
You ask how she sees in a box so black.
It's time to go; now take my hand.
Walk through the others who stare and stand.
"Poor sweet girl," as we pass by.
Hush, Little Girl. Don't start to cry.
