A small patchwork doll
Placed with love and care
Upon the top shelf.
Easily overlooked
By most people.
What chance does
A stuffed cloth doll
With red yarn hair
Have against
A fine porcelain doll
With real human hair.
Dressed
In the latest
Haute cloture fashion
In sharp contrast
To her plain cotton shift.
So easy
To picture
A small girl clutching
This patchwork doll
Everywhere she went.
Sharing
Her joys and sorrows
More importantly
Her heart's dreams.
A younger sister
She never had
Though wished for.
Just her
And a younger brother
Polar opposites.
Unlike
The porcelain dolls.
Her mom
Only permitted her
To touch
On special occasions.
Fearing
She would break
Them.
Not
She didn't like them.
Rather
In her mind's eye
They were too pretty
To play with.
Relieved
When placed
Onto the shelves
Again.
© 2008 Therisa Godwaldt
Comments
this got me thinking about the skin horse
“Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.'
Never heard of the Skin Horse
Pardon my ignorance, Dorothy, but I have never heard of the 'Skin Horse" story before. Is it an old story or a recent one?
Therisa
Patience rewarded
I waited until all four parts were posted so I could read the whole thing in one sitting.
Beautiful imagery so far, and I much prefer the humble patchwork doll.
I have a feeling Little Brother will too...
~hugs, Veronica
And remember...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifLqzLEB3E0
Thank you,Victoria
Yes, you're right on your guess, Victoria.