Premise of a distinguished eatery

I slouched as we waited for our sweet dough

Me and my beau

Uninvolved in our short lived discourse

I had brutally invaded what tried to be a family supper but lacked enterprise, on a parallel table as I recall

Eavesdropping on the audible

I gawked as late as I broke my heart with what I saw

Wounding of a frail soul, a toddler doll

Outstretching her limbs and her infantile dialogue

Yearning to be tended

Screaming her throat of a hatchling

Her tender pink mouth, her appeal, gibberish

All to acquire attention but failing

Like a crimson heart of a butchered hen, she was exposed

Whilst her mother and possible sister stared through their phones that shone

on their faces like glowworms

The two women had abandoned the doll

If only I could comb out her unrest through my fingers into her wavy hair shawls

And it was only when her poor heart yielded

And bulbous tears rampaged

Till mucus in her lungs roared

That her unresponsive mother responded

In a fairly agitated tone

But into oblivion her voice was now lost

Her face rather resigned

A defeat she appeared to often endure

Perhaps into an unwilling memory I had walked

As a voice testified, confined behind my jaws

“She was but a fish tossed far from the shore”.