[Keisari]: 36.Poetry.The Rag Doll

The Rag-doll

I remember the day when I first was born,
She saw me in a shop.
My face was clean, and my hair was bright.
She stood to stare in utter delight.

Pretty she was, my owner so young,
But she took care of me, because I was her own.
Everywhere we went, hand in hand.
I loved her so dearly and she was so kind.

We used to sit in the bright summer sun,
Drink tea and eating scones.
All the others were so jealous of me,
Because I was the favourite, and always had the key.

Older she got but we never would part,
My cloth got so tatty and lost it’s charm.
But I was still loved and the only one,
I was her world, and she was my sun.

I remember the day that we went for a walk,
And stopped at the shop where I had been born.
She dropped me there and disappeared inside,
As I stood outside, waiting patiently, I didn’t mind.

Waiting and waiting it got so cold,
As the sun went down and the shop was closed.
I started to cry as I felt frightened and scared,
My weaknesses were instantly bared.

The others stood in that window so warm,
And laughed at me standing their all alone.
I pulled at my hair and it fell like spaghetti,
Looking at it fall to the floor I felt so petty.

As the sun rose I was still alone,
Unwanted and forgotten as if I had never been born.
People pushed and into the gutter I fell,
My life was over – she didn’t even say farewell.