JonBenét

Her time was short
living the world with a child's mind.
Pageant child
Colorado pine wind, would style her hair; picture perfect
her Emerald eyes leak purity
lips kissed with cherry
makeup masking bruises;
delivered by a familiar hand.
the occasional unplanned night with tears in her pillow
on the surface was reflecting flawless childhood
Life was lived living mother's fantasy
homicide was her departure
Christmas Eve, her last trip too bed
an abduction of life, never to be returned
her tomb nothing more than cold concrete
premature passing sadden's me, as if I knew you.

Colorado Sunburst