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The Dollhouse
Contributed by
WordPoet
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Wednesday, 11th September 2002 @ 06:37:10 AM in AEST
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Look into the dollhouse and tell me what you see,
For in its secret chambers lie the truth that would be free.
Down the hall and to the right there lies a small girls room,
And all around lay shadows from the evenings gentle gloom.
In the room lay all the things, with which small girls will play,
And theres enough to keep one busy throughout each and every day.
Though toys lay scattered everywhere upon the playroom floor,
Up upon the windowsill lays something worth much more.
A doll of glass lies waiting, the last sunlight on her face,
A sparkle twinkles in her eye, full of innocence and grace.
But a tear seems frozen on her cheek and theres emptiness inside,
So brave and kind this gentle doll that has all to often cried.
Now looking closely at her face theres a melancholy there,
For at the world outside her window she can only sit and stare.
And Everyday that passes by theres something else to see,
But it constantly reminds her of something she cant be.
With longing eyes she stares away into a distant plane,
And imagines herself a healthy girl skipping rope again.
Resilient strength is her true gift with all the world to share,
The pain and grief that she endures not more than she can bear.
A doll of glass so delicate, in this house she must remain,
But love and understanding, from her is what you gain.
Simple pleasures reach deep inside and lift her spirit high,
And all the things that sadden her are let go with one deep sigh.
Footsteps falling in the hall, a smile parts her face,
And as she waits for whats in store, she gently pats her lace.
A man in suit came round the bend and stood there straight and tall,
A giant man with a gentle face, which said no word at all.
Slowly he came cross the room and took her in his arms,
A hug so tight a kiss so soft, she melted at his charms.
As they walked away from there, shed forgotten all the bad,
And slowly looked into his face and said, I love you dad.
By: Doug Morton
http://wordpoet.tripod.com
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Re: The Dollhouse
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by Lia on
Wednesday, 11th September 2002 @ 06:49:04 AM AEST
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| This is so increcibly sweet. I loved it |
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Re: The Dollhouse
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by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Wednesday, 11th September 2002 @ 08:05:40 AM AEST
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Oh Doug!! I can't seem to focus now... This is so very touching....My heart goes out to her... Great write!!!
Jenni |
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Re: The Dollhouse
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Monday, 25th November 2002 @ 07:26:29 PM AEST
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| This is so poignant-so beautiful, Wordpoet. Dot |
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