A Childs Innocent Memory

Ive loved them since that very day;

As they held me tight, eyes locked on mine.
They cared for me in every way.
Theyd rise late at night, made sure I was fine.

Just like angels from up above,
They brought joys and memries together.
Every day, they were full of love;
Simply made the wounds and hurt wither.

It was heaven till the moment,
when that single scene played before us.
As Poppa gave the car a dent,
Momma cried hard and fell to her knees.

Poppa was down and sounds asleep.
I thought he was just playing pretend.
Why cant Poppa be ours to keep?
I never wanted to see his end.

I thought these were meant for movies.
Tragedys now coated with more tears.
But why must it happen to us?
Im still a child, facing all these fears.

Why must I with the innocence
become bombarded with all the shame?
This does not even make sense
to a child whos now showered with blame.

Momma, I wanted to help you.
I saw your hat blown by violent winds,
and then I saw it land on the street too.
Cant I correct actions of the winds?