The Photograph

"Rest my child, sleep, dream and fade away ..."

Eyes, candy blue, shimmer, and fade,

Hair a mystic yellow, winds down the neck,

The pale white frock, dirty, hand made,

Imprints, faint await every call and beck.

Lips a pouty red, crack and creak,

Pale stained teeth, age never gone, 

Cheeks a faint blush to hide and seek,

Chin damped with lines, yes they frown.

Fingers, they point and dangle around,

Chipped nails covered, with painted blue,  

Hands which never knew no bounds,

Mystique clouds, future of a hidden hue.

Broken toy, a doll with no head,

Cradled along with her dainty sight,

A half torn sheet of poem never read,

Petals crumbled, leaves rotten over night.

Shriveled legs, bleak, but they do hold up, 

In a picture frame, dull with age,

The dusty shoe, of a kid who never grew up,

A casket in ground, a half written page.