Procrastination on Experimentation

Because I am a procrastinator I never did my experiment posts, so there's no reveal quite yet. But it will come some time later today. I decided to write a poem and post it because...well...I don't share this kind of stuff normally.

Mother and Daughter,
hand in hand
walked down the street
lined with charming boutiques

Shoes, dresses, and
dolls that were precious
shined in the eyes
of the daughter who cried

"I want the doll with the polka dot dress
  and the shoes that gleam in the sun"

The mother sat there and thought 

'Darling, why ask for these
when we sit here in freeze
wearing nothing but dirty old scraps'

But as she gazed at her daughter
whose eyes pleaded for dolls and shoes
her heart ached
throbbed
and felt it would break
if she did not buy the charming doll and gleaming shoes
for her little darling young daughter

But she knew
there was no way
for her to pay
for dolls and shoes

there was no way
for her to pay
for jackets and scarves

there was no way
for her to pay
for chocolates
scones
and ice cream cones

or for pieces of bread
milk
and eggs

or for a bed
her daughter could lay in

And as the mother looked at her daughter
her eyes filled with water
and she said
in a shivering voice

"We best be continuing on.
  The nights getting closer
  and soon it'll be colder.
  And we must find shelter tonight."

So
Mother and daughter,
hand in hand
walked down the street
lined with charming boutiques

The night came with a harsh wind
blowing and hissing 
and unforgiving
taunting the mother and her daughter
holding no doll
and wearing no shoes

That night was the harshest that winter
and through all that was bitter
the daughter dreamed of dolls and shoes
as her mother held her and cried
by her side

As morning came
the sun hid as if shamed
and the air
filled with its frost
pecked the cheeks of the
mother and daughter

The mother slowly awoke
and she crocked
when she noticed
and felt hopeless
that her darling stayed
forever asleep

When she gained her voice
she spoke her only thought of rejoice
and said

"In heaven, my darling,
 you can have dolls that are charming
 and shoes that are gleaming"

Then the mother realized
there were no more 
days of

Mother and Daughter 
hand in hand
walking down the street
lined with charming boutiques