She used to say I had beautiful skin,

Almost like chocolate,

and wondered if I tasted like it too,

to which I laughed.


I always held her white little hands

in mine like snow on Earth.

Each time I picked her up,

“Little missus” I would say…


Looking up from the

scattered pastel hues

on the stained white floor,

her eyes starlit

she whispers,like a prayer



I cringe.


She holds up the paper,

“You are my rainbow”,

all seven shades of me

on her paper,

she smiles from her soul.


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