Cotton candy
glass
made ready to eat
a world
of no rules
and I take what I want.
She'd give you the moon
she made on
wax paper
only to watch you toss
it back in her lap.
I've only seen her
tears once;
the day she buried
her goldfish.
She said he'd always
wanted to walk
on two feet.
Upright and Alone.
I wondered
as I watched her tiny hands
in the soil,
can prayers really be heard
above the clouds?
If so,
God
give her Love.













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