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.
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