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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required MORE THAN A SOFT TOY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Raggedy Ann with her patchwork heart, more than soft cotton, calico, embroidery, and yarn, a doll created with Mother's love, stitched together with gentle hands. Her gray button eyes understood my childhood world, her red yarn hair meticulously combed, her smile eternally stoic, her face bore the promise of a forever friend. She walked with me to school, first day of school jitters, she sat, a steadfast sentinel, on the corner of my desk, absorbing my fear, radiating calm. Hospital smells, a white, sterile fear~ Raggedy's soft body, a warmth against my chest, before the cold steel, after the raw ache, her doe-like, button eyes, unwavering. We shared tiny cups of cocoa ‘neath the pecan tree, her embroidered face never betraying the weight of my childhood dreams, my childhood fears. My first editor, she listened tirelessly to the endless stories I told her~ the one’s created from my fertile imagination, without judgment, without end. Now, she sits in Mother’s curio cabinet, still a steadfast, quiet comfort, her threads and stitches connecting me to the fertile memory-filled fields of yesterday. Her button eyes, dark pools reflecting sepia-toned summers, reliving ghosts of laughter, rides on unicorns, and make-believe. Her worn calico dress, faded and undamaged, is stained with childhood tears, a fabric chronicle of scraped knees, childhood regrets, and silent fears. She inspires me now, grounding me in innocence, showing that imagination endures into adulthood. Raggedy Ann, more than a soft toy~ she is the echo of my Mother's love, a tangible piece of home, carried in my arms, worn soft with time.
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