Propped like a porcelain doll,
Snowflake skin and hot cocoa hair,
She sits upon a honey-glazed pedestal.

Crystal cerulean eyes and frost bitten cheeks
Emerald bow laced in her curls, glittered with gold.
She is a perfect present.

“Better to be seen, not heard”
Engraved in her brain, rehearsed in her manner.
She has an exquisite mind, but why would anyone listen?

Piano on Tuesdays, equestrian on Thursdays
Arrive ten minutes early because on time is late.
She is a master at playing the game.

Every night she climbs back up the pedestal,
Processes the day, prepares for tomorrow.
She always remembers: one mistake and she will fall.