Porcelain Doll

Evidence of reincarnation, I suspect.
She came early so as to uphold tradition.
Born one month early on the same day as her grandmother
A copy in so many ways, her sweetness and wit
but it is her humor that is great.

I fell in love with her porcelain skin.
Of all my children she seemed most delicate –
like a china doll.

But within her was a strength I have never known.
Her young body and mind put to the test too early.
Her sweetness became her enemy.

The sugar in her kisses resided in her blood.
La dolce vita was now a way of life.
Now we had to carefully count each sweetness.
If not then the world for us would turn sour.

A tribute to the strongest person I will ever meet.
Your grandmother would be proud.