Fragile
Beautiful porcelain baby,
falling to the floor.
Scattered pieces of shattered dreams,
stripped from your core.
Memories cast black shadows,
on your fallen grace.
Desecrated figure, lies
in soiled white lace.
Tarnished by your absence,
remains a stable base.
Unadorned by your presence,
stands a rustic case.
Forgotten porcelain baby,
wedged between the cracks.
Listen, a clock ticks on,
time will never turn back.
Copyright © Annette Hershey | Year Posted 2021
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