Tiny little gingerbread 

In a teensy homestead

A child’s joy

A holly jolly sparkle

Piece by piece

Put precisely as one

Icing, gummy, yummy, and done

Hip, hip, hooray

Hard work and fun

Building a home

For only their love

But

When the jealous are naughty

And those haughty become sly

The home made for one

Filled with love and joy

Is gone and destroyed

Noisy, childish tears

No one can only imagine how dear

The effort and love

Much aggravation

They could not even begin to explain

A child, joyful

But now dejected.

Disappointed by cruelty

And duality. 

Does not quite have patience

Misunderstood and belittled for decisions.

Berated for emotions

By those who don’t understand the commotion.

Piece by piece,

Put together as one

Broken, by a cruel heart

And gone. 

A child’s joy

The sparkle that once was

Now dead and buried.

The teensy homestead

Made only with love 

For their tiny gingerbread friends

Coveted by the bitter

And destroyed, maliciously of spite. 

Somewhere

Lay a sad little kid

With no comfort tonight.