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Raggedy Ann-born summer of 1960, Garland, Texas

Poem written for and submitted to “More Than a Soft Toy” poetry contest, Natasha L. Scragg, sponsor, September 1, 2025

MORE THAN A SOFT TOY

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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Rodrigues Avatar
September 29, 2025 at 6:08 PM
I sighed at the sight of your Raggedy Anne picture. Lovely imagery and touching! My mom made me a Raggedy Ann wig for the chorus of the play “The Boyfriend “ in the play we were at a costume party. Raggedy holds so many more memories. Fave and congrats
Derden Avatar
September 27, 2025 at 12:07 PM
That is a beautiful, evocative poem about Raggedy Ann and the profound role she played in your life. You capture the essence of a cherished companion—one who is literally "stitched together with Mother's love." Congrats on the win!
Goldsmith Avatar
September 27, 2025 at 11:03 AM
Back with Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your lovely "MORE THAN A SOFT TOY" write again. Have a fun day with your win as you go writing away..........
George Avatar
September 26, 2025 at 8:51 PM
"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." The second time I read this, I loved it even more. What sweet memories are associated with it. It has brought your childhood joys and sorrows, tears and fears into fore. More than all, the fond memories of your dear mother. Congratulations on your first place win, Sara.
Godwin Avatar
September 7, 2025 at 10:45 AM
This is a touching, heartwarming entry. The description followed by the memories/activities all of which included her meaning to your (?) young heart that concluded with her current status in location and appearance was touching from start to finish. I wonder, is yours true? It FELT sincere. My son had a huge Raggedy Ann and Andy that my grandmother had made and I'm ashamed to say, I can't recall what happened to them. Loved your poem. Poetry hugs ... CayCay
Etgen-Baker Avatar
September 8, 2025 at 6:20 PM
I appreciate your visit and comments, CayCay. I'm glad the poem touched you and felt sincere. returning those poetry hugs, Sara
George Avatar
September 2, 2025 at 9:03 PM
"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." I can visualise her sitting in your curio cabinet. What all lovely memories are associated with 'Raggedy Ann'. I greatly enjoyed your beautiful excursion into your childhood. All the Best, dear Sara.
Etgen-Baker Avatar
September 3, 2025 at 5:30 PM
thank you ever so much, Valsa, for your meaningful comments. I'm glad you could visualize Raggedy in the curio cabinet...that means I accomplished what I set out to do. Wishing you a splendid evening, hugs, Sara
Gauthier Avatar
September 1, 2025 at 7:28 PM
A lovely tribute to warm childhood memories ~
Etgen-Baker Avatar
September 2, 2025 at 5:00 PM
thanks for your visit and encouraging words!
Goldsmith Avatar
September 1, 2025 at 2:13 PM
I joyed reading your lovely "MORE THAN A SOFT TOY" write. Great Picture... Raggedy Ann, an old doll that never shows her age. Yes, that soft toy to be carried everywhere. "Good Luck" I so did this contest. Have a wonderful day writing away................
Etgen-Baker Avatar
September 1, 2025 at 4:57 PM
thanks for your always kind and encouraging comments, dear Paula. I think I read your entry into the contest, perhaps yesterday. have a blessed evening, Sara
DiMino Avatar
September 1, 2025 at 4:34 AM
"She inspires me now, grounding me in innocence, showing that imagination endures into adulthood." -- My wife, a doll collector and artist. We can relate to your very precious account. Endearing, wonderfully crafted write.
Etgen-Baker Avatar
September 1, 2025 at 4:57 PM
thanks for your kind words, Joe. I'm glad you and your wife relate to my poem. My mom was a doll collector; after her passing I received some of them...they are precious to me. Thanks for your positive comments. Color me grateful, Sara
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