Princess

Little girl fingers placed me upside down

Above blue eyes that were mischievous,

Dangerous as allowed by innocence.

Tinkling laughter strung up high for the crowds.

Applause for silly decrees said aloud,

For her age required no diligence

But for the whimsy of her fickleness.

Of the princess, we all were very proud.

Born an infinite twin from factory,

Never felt more loved than I did by her.

Mechanical hands nurtured me plastic.

When nothing could be done by cavalry,

Big hands set me upright on her head fair.

And with her, I returned to the ashes.