red or yellow locks of sun
curls of black or gold
brown eyes bright lit with light
smiles to always hold

cheeks of summers peach
twirling color under sky
tiny lips fingertips
words reaching to ask why

words that I will never hear
hands empty drawing cold
sky of night no stars for light
lullabyes of silence told

no doll nor ball or teddy bear
no silence profers peace
no small chair or table
no handprint wrinkle crease

written by megan van pelt