Forgotten Dolls by nocturnecsh
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Description
"Forgotten Dolls"
They sit in the corner of the room,
collecting dust.
No longer do small hands caress and hold them.
Clothes and tea parties,
houses and carriages,
forgotten memories worn deep in parting seems.
The cradle is covered,
no longer in use,
sitting in the attic;
just waiting for love and someone to hold.
In passing days and endless ways,
tiny feet and tear stained pillow;
generation lost and gained.
Child grown.
Too old for dolls.
Companionship and love,
be new toys for growing mind and heart.
Pretty dresses turn faded jeans.
Shoes with heels replace booties of pink.
Talcum set aside for rouge and eye shadow.
Growing pains and loving gains,
with goals of heart and challenges of spirit,
come day by day,
and each birthday past.
Through the layers of dust,
that has settled since then,
a single tear falls down worn cheek.
Cutting a path through the grime
of memories long gone.
Moments lost for eternity
Comments (7)
cagewench
I loved my Raggeddy Ann dolls when I was a little girl!
MarkTee
Some things don't change with time, eh? Great job.
eternalwytch1
Wonderful piece. Sighs Must have been nice to have a childhood. :-)
Stormi
Very charming and full of love... you write from the heart and that makes for something very special. :)
meico
In feeling it reminds me a little of one of the few 'Abba' songs I could tolerate "Slipping through my fingers" which describes roughly the same scenario as you have above. That brought a lump to my gruff cantakerous old throat too!
netsia
Gorgeous written work and the photo is perfect....I have the doll's bed and rocking horse, that my Dad made for me when I was a young girl, in one corner of my bedroom I also have dolls that were my mother's, from 65 years ago....my grandmother saved them and I cherish them. V
lmmv
your writing is a classic and timeless piece...true for every generation....most writers focus on the coming of age of boys...it is nice to read something that focuses on the coming of age of a girl for a change...well done