A porcelain doll
carelessly dropped and broken
a child briefly weeps
vulnerable life
fragile as a baby’s breath
still you let me go
her old walking cane
Heartbeats sanding out mourners’ downhearted wishesto hold you once more.
Cradle rocks gentlythe Mother wishes for Criesempty Cradle rocks
Oh, I thought I knewAurora, are you blue?I still think of you