Irreproachable Afternoon

On this irreproachable afternoon
Sunlight brings sleep
Eyelashes rest on cheek bones
and for a moment I do not weep
Though the china doll still lies
Broken on the floor.

Sensation suspended
A moment of muted
Awareness passes
In which I forget
that I too have fallen,
shrivelling up ceaselessly

After half a century,
pendulous and swaying
While she springs
from humble beginnings
Fresh, pink, sandblasted.
Like something newborn

Tags: broken, china doll, creative writing, poetry