Mother Doll Poem by Marie Melodie

You make up lies,
As he dies,
You let out your cries,
With big swollen eyes,
You wish that he will rise,
But he has already reached the sky.

Years later, you have a broken doll,
15 years old and very small,
She hides behind the wall,
Hoping you wont hear her bawl,
You give her a call,
But your only response is the sound of her fall.

She is trying to rebuild her life,
The life of a widowed wife,
Her and her doll always in a strife,
Almost like they had both been stabbed my a knife.

The doll gets ready to leave,
Its been a few days since New Years Eve,
She now wears her past on her sleeve,
The constent reminder always making her grieve,
She tries so hard to believe,
But she is always being deceived,
All because she is so very naive.

She watches as her doll walks away,
Wishing so badly she would stay,
But she knows she pushed the doll to go this way,
She feels so astray,
Like the world as suddenly turned gray,
She shuts her eyes and pray's,
Praying to god to save her from her sins that day,
A day to late that now she has to pay,
For her doll may never return this way.