Pink Plastic Princess..... Comments

Sometimes the moments that jar us, scar us with a positive blemish, ephemeral, too soon gone without trace, where we too busy and hardened, so easily that glimpse of flared beauty replace, with life's dull and grinding haste, but here you have saved just one precious and fleeting moment that says, this all, is not just a bearable waste. 

What a joy to read this observation, thanks

Really liked this, felt so personal.

Really liked this, felt so personal.

Great ending! I have been accused of that once or twice. Not picking my button nose, but riding around in my pink stroller. I loved the poem.