her hair was the color of
   lemon peel
her eyes a crystalline blue
   skin porcelain
delicate fingers
were curled slightly
seemingly in wait
for something to fill them
her lips pursed oh so delicately
as waiting for a kiss
or whistling a simple tune
her expression was stuck
in a careless emotion
never feigning surprise
         happiness
        sadness
    or anger
and she sits & waits
for the inevitable squeeze
that comes from the excitable little girl
not feeling a thing
but offering comfort & love
just by being there.