A hug in the dark...

A little 2-minute poem about a brief moment. I could probably do better, but I'm tired...

Light through the window to painted walls,
Faces of joy or sorrow through silken shawls,
This unfinished work tells more than its whole;
The loss and the hardship, the troubled soul,
And standing a'sudden by me in the rain,
Is a mournful-eyed girl smiling through pain...

"What beauty can come from a story untold,"
I say, and her arms they begin to unfold,
"I'd say that was true, but he was my Dad,"
Says the bright sombre girl to this naive little lad,
But the hippie inside me knows just what to do,
I give her a hug, and she hugs me too.