Someone.

Through
The eyes
Of a small
Child
Playing
With cards
Fetching
Ideas
For her
Dreams
Coming true
A jack
A queen
And a king
Who would
Sing
To her
Lullabies
At night
While
The aces
Felt weaker
In front
Of the
Queen this time

And suddenly

Through
The eyes of
A small
Child
There
Was anabrupt
Monotony
In everything
And
The cards
Felt
Less
In front
Of her dreams

The small child

She bore
In her
The wildest
Of dreams
and even
The crayons
Felt
Less in
Number
Colour
Depth
Wilderness
The crayons
Felt less

Someone
Give her
A joint.