A torn heart.

I draw a heart,
A very nice one.

Bright, red & robust.
But then the crayon breaks!

My heart is torn,
A hole is there!

A plaster I take to stick it back,
But the tear is there.
It is still there.

It looks so bad,
I could cry out loud!

But Daddy says it's alright,
We'll just draw a new one.

I look at it,
I hope He's right.

Perhaps in time,
He'll draw me a new one.

A nice big, robust pink one instead!