A Single White Ribbon

This poem is about growing up and facing reality.

Her eyes focused ahead
examining the green pastures,
the sun glistened ocean, yet not
noticing the screen shielding her vision.

Her brunette curls collected
into a single white ribbon.
Her tiny shoes peddling
gently across the concrete.

I wish to reach for her,
to some how halt her wheels.
The known sidewalk soon to
be charred streets of smoke and noise.

Her wheels turn, soon
transforming to the roar of tires
screaming down the packed streets
of cars shoving to get through.

Her once green pastures
covered in weed, the sunglistened
ocean disrupted by beating rain,
a single white ribbon engulfed in dust.