Delicate

Delicate
Brittle snowflakes fill the night air,
As everyone begins to stare,
At those gorgeous pearly sparkles glittering against the ebony night sky,
They are almost a figment of imagination,
As they ride the night wind,
But the thing that’s most delicate,
Are the peering eyes that look out at the night,
It’s an ill little girl,
And her health is fragile,
But the aroma of her mother’s fresh baked bread calls to her saying, “Come into the kitchen, I will warm you up and fill your belly, but I feel the same pain as you because I am delicate too.”
By: MD, RL, and DL