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Barbie Dolls

Little sisters enthralled
in a world of fairy tale
making sense
of the universe
role playing
in teeny high heels
and glam clothes
in a big pink castle

One learns to run the show
and grows up to be a director
while the other stays
caught up in the fantasy
of her Barbie and Ken reality   



AP: 2nd place 2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Krutsinger Avatar
March 3, 2019 at 9:49 PM
I have a Pinterest page of Barbies and I think I have already snagged over 20,000 photos of Barbies. They are so detailed, and brought my imagination out in full force. I did not give them up when my twin did; I never wanted to give them up.
Gauthier Avatar
March 4, 2019 at 7:51 AM
What child wants to willingly give up fantasy! Best remain a child forever in our heart.
Wolf Avatar
March 3, 2019 at 1:04 PM
Yup. That captures two sisters alright. And those Barbie Dolls sure do bring back memories, not all of them so good, I must say. (Are Barbies still around? Or has the 'righteous Left already banned them?) ~ Gershon
Gauthier Avatar
March 3, 2019 at 2:24 PM
Pretty sure they're still around...My three sisters played with Barbies. I being the oldest, on the other hand, was taught to sew (strips of fabric for rugmaking) at age 3 by my grandmother...
Pigeon Tart Avatar
March 2, 2019 at 9:16 PM
Fantastic poem Line! A fave. xomo
Gauthier Avatar
March 2, 2019 at 9:24 PM
Thank you so much, Maureen. So glad it resonated with you.
Kiser Avatar
March 2, 2019 at 1:46 PM
It was a fun fantasy, but one needs to move on up. Good one.
Gauthier Avatar
March 2, 2019 at 3:38 PM
Yes. One of my sisters is still a barbie and we love her. We're six siblings and all so very different.
Allison Avatar
March 2, 2019 at 7:42 AM
made me smile Line as I never played with dolls but my sister did have a Sindy doll:-) hugs Jan xx
Gauthier Avatar
March 2, 2019 at 10:06 AM
I watched my three younger sisters play. Couldn't get into it.
Rose  Avatar
March 2, 2019 at 6:44 AM
Its always the way, we each have our role to play. I remember those days very well. Dad brought home broken dolls from the hospital he worked at. We made surgery on them, sis and I lol, have a wonderful day dear Line, xo
Gauthier Avatar
March 2, 2019 at 10:08 AM
Dolls do bring memories. Thanks for visiting and leaving your comment, Pixie.
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