Her Little Drawings

Little hearts and buds in pretty pink,
Scattered amongst the thin horizontal blue ink
She writes along side the clouds and a happy sun
Her garden green never parched, as she drew a chair sticking out her tongue.
A baked strawberry pie lay on a cloth, as yellow birds flew across the sky
But a raven perched on a tiny fence below. No one asks why.
A rainbow rises over many hills far away
Ignoring the walls of a miniature house as colourful decay.
The black spec stands beside the house,
Arms folded, he is gifting a red flowered blouse,
Her smile fades as the crayon breaks;
Will he find her? Will he make sure that she aches?
She gasps and looks around the darkened room,
Her picture; her escapade, torn in the gloom.