Pale white skin made out of cloth,
Black button eyes, a painted mouth,
Maroon yarn hair, and a lady’s dress.
Oh little rag doll I loved you best.
Granny made you with love, for me,
Somehow she knew we’d be friends instantly.
I took you everywhere, we were never apart,
My little rag doll, so close to my heart.
We played all summer, and ate snow in the cold,
We had so many adventures, back when I was bold.
There were so many nights when I would tell you my fears,
Alenia, my little rag doll, we were together for so many years.
But now, I’m too old to play with you anymore,
And you sit on a shelf right next to my door.
But I remember little doll, all those battles lost and won,
And for a few brief moments, I remember being so young.
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Remember...I may only be 12, but I know that NOBODY is ever to old to play. Not your grandparents, your parents, your 3rd aunt's cousin twice removed, the president....NOBODY is ever too old to set aside an hour or so to go to a faraway land and have adventures. I did when I was little. I still do, and I don't care what anybody thinks of it.
I never had a rag doll, but the poem is verry good! I think it is good to save stuff from long ago. I have a old mood ring that barrly changes coller. But the most important thing happened when I had it on so I keep it safe! I like the poem!
I did not save anything from my youth, but I did go back to the farm I grew up on and some of my tree-house was still in the tree! (36 years, they just don't build em like I use too!) This is a wonderful poem. One you should be proud of, knowing it will probably be read to a lot of little girls! Thanks, Anthony
This is so sweet...and so true all at once. I remember pulling out some of my old stuffed animals and looking at them, remembering how wonderful it was to be so young, the battles I once faced with them by my side. I still keep most of them and carry them around the house with me.
Call it nostalgia. :) Beautiful work, Sami. This is different than the regular dark work you put out, and shows just how skilled you are in both areas.
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