Climbing
carelessly across crimson crystals
Why
were words wished away when
Mommy
mumbled ‘move from my room’
She
saw something slip solemnly
From
frustrated fragile fingers
I
tried to tug the treasures down
But
tiny tots can’t try to be tough
Dazzling
diamonds danced down to doom
Beautiful
box breaks bity baby ‘boom’
Crimson
crown cascading through carpet
A
damaged dear, because I refused to hear
“My
jewelry box is heavy, move away from baby.”
