In an old house
I found an
old doll.
It looked worn
and scuffed and
like it had
taken a fall.
Her arms were
torn and all
out of kilter.
She was lying
in some kind
of dirty old filter.
Her face was
chipped, broken
and her smile missing.
She seemed to
say," I was
meant for
holding and kissing."
I took the
doll home, washed
and mended it
as best
as I could.
I gave her to
a sick little
girl. It brightened
her life just
as a doll should.
A charming tale in rhyme with the perfect ending.
Hey there Texas - my late eldest sister June married a young wounded WW2 officer from Louisiana, leaving the UK in 1946, never to return. They're both gone now, but I guess that you could say that they (almost) "lived happily ever after" - except for the time when a son who had survived the horrors of Vietnam was killed in a farming accident at home. But then who said life was fair?
Keep posting.
Nice to see you posting again, Shirley.
"Her face was chipped,broken and her smile missing."---fabulous description leading us down a path of sympathy.A lovely tale with a happy ending.Well done!
tony sheridan
Sat 13th Oct 2012 19:29
Beautiful. Take care, Tony.
Hi Shirley, hope all okay over there in texas and thank you so much for your commment on 'Tomorrows Chip Wrappers' thats the effect I hoped it would have so was great to read your comment.
Love your rag doll, poem and the sentiment behind it, like the layout too, enjoyed reading your other poems, best wishes Jeff X
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Steve Higgins
Wed 17th Oct 2012 23:46
Enjoyed this very much. Best wishes, Steve