Monday, August 15, 2011

The Doll 4-6-01

A broken doll lies forsaken
     on a dirty sidewalk
Her porcelain smile soft
     and wistful
Her painted eyes still
     sparkling with life

Belying the cracks
    and rents in her broken body

Abandoned and unloved
     she lies exposed
          to the elements
Unnoticed by the busy
     bustling feet
           of passersby
They are intent on their own worlds

     she waits in vain
For the once-cherisher
     who will cherish her
No more.

1 comment:

  1. oh wow...this one touched me deeply, many of us have not felt like that doll? I have many, many times....I can visualize it so well, too!