Guardian Ad Litem

Mother's and Father's, in a safe bed children dream. No one knows what they dream inside of their dream, trapped in such pain none should bare. If once I was as she is now who will care? Transplanted life false memories there are they real? Love is seen through transparent mind's yet, the loss of one if not discerned leads to the loss of the other. How does one that is close to a child explain to a child that can not hear what music is? Nor to the blind, that though they hear the color fear. Tears that one sees on the face of another, may not see at all. Yea though when young the child is forgiven the neglect of a parent, though when given back to the wrong undiscernible parent And in vain though we wait for the rose. weed's can there only grow. I cannot hate but love not the other one has to me said. Time cannot heal certain wounds, where wounds not properly addressed are not met. The theft of time from one is a thief in the night and night is the pillow and place where in peace children sleep.