The Ragdoll...One of my first poems
By Walter Burns
The ragdoll lay calm on little girl's bed To watch its beloved pass over its head The ragdoll was sad but always knew why As body was soiled and missing an eye The new-and-improved could wet and could talk And if it felt so to get up and walk Or just to sit down was perfectly cute The ragdoll did nothing just as a mute But when plastic dolls break on their first day Dolls made of rags wish for words they could say To ease the frown worn on sweet little face It knew she needed something to embrace Take me! Oh, Take me! I'm right over here Down the girl's cheek ran a shimmering tear The little girl hugged the ragdoll for awhile Both spirits were lifted on both faces a smile. Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 02:08 PM PST 0 • 8
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