My Peach Emblem'

Four foot five; a specimen,
always accompanied by the darting eye,
people saw, came, and wondered why...

So silent and torn,
her little child so scorned.
Why did life surround her so...

A pooling puddle of white,
moving the ebb and flow,
surrounds and denounces her as simply melting snow.

As white an innocent as Grey,
she has no eyes to even say:
Daddy I want this some other way...

Children are a token dish.
Whether one will give them a wish,
or sadly finish their own dish,
they are a specimen one cannot dismiss.

She played the play of life,
and lived the scandal of settled strife.

Deep within her thrombosis,
a vein thickened ill,
a child so splendid was destined still.

A paralyzing moment,
an effort void of time,
this dear child slept and cried,
to think she never whined.

In time there will awaken,
a sad, sad, mistaken vow,
a child so wrapped up in white array.

A tiny smidgen\'s stay,
Lost amongst the play.
My Peach Emblem Displayed.