Her eyes Gerber daisies
Her smile a string of polished pearls
Her skin a lucid melody
Of Beethoven’s moonlight symphony
A memory sewn in the thinness of my skin
How the needle ebbs and flows
I pray to be numb
But it stings every time
And ten small toes
Splashing in a bath tub
The transparency of running water
Where my hands cusped her feet
Keeping her afloat
Two princesses in the ocean
With banners and purple ribbons
I ran with her imagination
As I looked upon
Innocence gently holding my breasts
The life I so humbled to love
Now fingers clutch the yellow sundress
From April
Seven months of splendor
November November
When our ocean became a puddle
Oh now I stand alone
To grieve my tender soul
And trace the lavender glow
Abandon castles fall on a quivering planet
My crown is now in heaven.

~Willow