Rag Doll
A rag doll...one of dreams
is loved and cherished...
Yet, what is not seen
is a small tear in the seams
Passing days
and times of play
drop small grains
of pain and reveal delay
In loving hands
days have passed
more grains drop
becoming part of the past
This rag doll....once full of dreams
now empty from a small tear
in the seams, sits lifeless
on the shelf eternally smiling
Copyright © J Clinton Smith | Year Posted 2011
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