Broken Dolls
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Broken Dolls
Broken dolls within crumbling walls
Winds through ghettos whimper with decaying echoes
A little girl mourns…
"Mommy! Mommy! Can I have a baby dolly?"
"My precious one. Money, we have none."
A little girl mourns…
Her cries are heard by the mimicking mockingbird
Scattering sorrows throughout the morrows
A little girl mourns…
"Search the skies my little one, until the day is done,
for in the clouds you will see a new baby dolly."
A little girl mourns…
Her tears eventually dry after searching the mourning sky
Holding her mother's hands, she finally understands.
A little girl mourns…
"Mommy, I don’t need a dolly any more."
"Why is that my little Angel?"
"I would like to help my friend who has no mommy,
little food and sleeps on the floor.
...and Mommy, her name is Rachel."
Two little girls…
Music by Paloma Faith - 'Broken Doll'
Sept.28.2018
A Poem of Reaction Poetry
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
N/A for contest
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