Flashing Lights

He sits alone,
As she cries some more,
A distant heave, a heavy blow.
He stays.
Too young to know,
Too soon to grow,
Too new.
With feet too far from floor,
Legs dangling.
He knows they were not old,
But not new
Just like his shoes,
They were meant to carry him,
To places unseen,
Run with him,
Through lands of green.
But what were meant to light up, flash red
Remain so dull, so dead.