The Broken Dollie Poem by Linda Racaniello

The Broken Dollie



A broken dollie was left behind
though no one knows the reason why
the house was deserted and old
but one day, the house got sold

the realtor rushes through
picks up the broken dollie
sees in its eyes, real tears
this can't be real, she fears

she puts the dollie back down
I don't have time for this now
a family is coming to see the place
she welcomes them with a smile on her face

as the parents talk to the realtor
the children, a boy & a girl
run through the yard and on the ground
seeking treasures left around

Molly picks up the broken dollie
notices the broken arm
feels a heart that’s beating
can this be real or just fleeting

A dollie that feels me touching her
this can't be real, dollies don't feel
she thinks to herself 'I must be dreaming'
and then she hears her dollie start screaming.

Pick a bedroom, both of you
the boy runs and finds a room
while molly sits upon the stair
and strokes the broken dollies hair

the voice that screamed, now cooed
upon this dollies face, a smile
the little girls crazy dreams
float upon a magic stream

Mollie mends her dollies broken arm
sure she heard a giggle & laugh
looking down upon her dollies face
she's sure that her dollie has God's grace.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ivan Donn Carswell 20 March 2008

Linda, indeed a cute tale told well with poetic skill. Rgds, Ivan

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Ddd Zzz 20 March 2008

awww! ! ! ! this is really cute! ! !

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