The China Doll
15 August 2005
12:47 A.M.

She sits silently
In her rocking chair
Her blue green eyes
Fixed straight ahead
And yet her chest
Rises and falls.
In steady rhythm
She breathes.
A smile rests
Upon her face
Pleasant to all
She meets.
And yet underneath
She's fragile.
There's a glimmer
Of pain
In her eyes
She watches them all
From her rocking chair
But no one sees
The fragile China Doll.