Liquid glass

sparkling

As it washes

Away the ages

Icy as the wings

Of a fallen angel

Asleep in the flowers

Her last breath rustling

The air, a child’s dream

Silver wishes blown away

Like a dandelion’s pride

One kiss is shattered

Broken glass

And a life

spinning

Out of control

A child’s face

Cold and dead

Oh what a world is this

That the young should die

And the old should live

A baby’s form

So still and frail

To be taken by liquid

Glass

(Author’s note: Go back and read the poem again. If should make more sense this time.)