Raggedy Ann in a red rocking chair,
Weeping willow with slender green arms,
Ladybugs danced, colored the air
Tarnished gold bracelet, dainty small charms.
Goldenrod covered with blue butterflies ~
Shiny black rocking horse rocked to and fro,
Shaggy stuffed dog with black button nose
White china tea set, a dried faded rose,
Toy train on a track with no where to go.
Dragonfly, firefly, they turned into stars ~
The Radio Flyer covered with rust,
Dollhouse made with loving old hands
Ballerina music box alone in the dust.
Tractor tire filled with washed white sand.
The valley has willow trees asleep in her lap ~
Peer though the mist, my yesterdays
All my friends have dwindled away.
Remembered with a gentle sigh,
I never got to say goodbye.
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The trappings of childhood superimposed over the reality of time. I love the images, I love the format (the single line exemplifiers set each verse off beautifully). Yin and yang... just beautiful.
KayLee... you know I always enjoy your work. How nice it is to see our family here at MLM growing, and with familiar faces of those we know and love! Hugs girl! As for the poem,... I never did either. I always wondered what became of my doll I had when we left my Dad, what happened to my favorite quilt when we ran away with our lives from my step-dad. I just found out a few months ago that my father still has my old doll house we made together. What conflicting feelings came rushing in when I found that out. Do I really want it? It had so many pleasant memories attatched to it... but then again... my Dad has so many not so pleasant attatched to him. *sigh*... maybe I'll at least get to say good bye in a way when I see my old doll house again. Bah, such are my mixed up thoughts. Sorry.
Maybe I'm off, I don't read this as a person feeling lonely and without friends. I read this poem as an adult saying goodbye to childhood and wondering "when did it happen, I never said goodbye." Well done.
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