Fragile

Twisting

Trying to make the box slide onto the top shelf

Crying

Wishing she could store herself away for a time

Hoping

Struggling against a list that one day will end

Waiting

Holding the work to her chest like a broken doll

Faking

Folding laundry in a regal selfish calm

Breaking

Dropping the dishes to smash into a thousand shards

Cleaning

Sweeping the glass into a pool of tears

 

Rescue

Comes in the form least expected

Weak

Cannot help with any work

Crinkled

Nothing but soft wrinkly smiles and knobbley arms

Hugs

Holding perfect little pie of love

Rescue

Not how she dreamed of it

Inconspicuous

Wonderful

Constant

The End

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