Chloe's Delight

She bursts inside, grey eyes alight. "Oh, Grandma, isn't she a sight, wearing red, black-dotted clothes? So beautiful, I've named her Rose." Miss Ladybug conveys delight as a beamy diamond, star-bright. In her joy my heart takes note of innocence and love, her coat. Some courts today prove no remorse for wasted children with no voice. Vile pedophiles bear hearts of stone and we, in turn, defend our own. If I could set the stars a snare I'd braid a band within her hair or snatch a patch of summer skies and tear off blue to grace her eyes. Our little diamond in the rough whose tender heart must be made tough.