The child among daisies, delicate
White cheeks, yellow hair.
She came to that meadow sometimes
And wove celestial crowns from sprigs.
Returning home, her mother snapped
A picture with her camera and said,
"You look beautiful"
And her father bought her beaded
Headbands and said,
"You look so pretty."
And the pale child left her
Daisy crown on dusty dresser shelf
And wilted, the flowers wilted.
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Free Fall
PoetryA collection of Poetry. Everything from serious reflection to fleeting fancy.
