6 To 8- Ragdoll
Rag doll, received, ready for play, except for her tatterdemalion dress.
Yet this child, of doleful tears, hugs tight her ragamuffin, sans regret.
Sweet child, with soiled cheeks, sings sweetly in whispered tweets.
The final gift ferreted from under the giving tree, was meant just for her.
She asked of her mother, who listened feverishly, then perished forever.
How odd, but not to her, the calico dress, just like the one she last hugged.
10/24/2017
Nette Onclaud’s 6 To 8 Contest
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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