Dolls

Left locked up in a box

Called useless, dead, and old

Dresses once loved, now torn

Faded is the hair, once gold

Some arms are now loose

Houses now faded and dusty

The silver screws on the windows 

Now totally red and rusty

I remember those long evenings

They were silent friends I had

Now looking back on those days

I do admit, I feel sad

What cruel fate dolls have!

Living their life being played with

When not needed, tossed away

Into the trashcan to be done over with

Author's Note

something i wrote about the cruel fate of dolls. poor dolls, made, played with, and when girls grow up, they're left. I regret doing the same with my old dolls when I was younger.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A lucky doll could find a new home with daughter of the girl who grew up. I like the desire and the purpose of the story. I kept my daughters dolls put away. So far only Grand boys. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Mia]

I love how you wrote about dolls, and made it something interesting to read, it's a clear sign of your skill! Dolls are friends until we grow and move on and yes, forget about them :(
You made me feel bad! Great write!!

[AK]

Great poem! The rhyming scheme is just so beautiful-it makes the poem so lyrical and free flowing. It is so unforced, it was almost like the words came out in rhyming without even trying. Your description really reminded me of all my dolls and if a writer is able to make you remember scenarios in your life, then he/she definitely deserves my utmost respect:)
Ok, I now feel so guilty for doing the same to my dolls:L
Anyways, as I always say, keep writing!

[Aehr]

it does feel bad when you think about your own dolls, right?
thanks a ton! :)

[AK]

Anytime:)
And I know right?