This is Anna
Anna has a dolly
A raggedy little thing
Her name is Miss Molly
Anna loves Miss Molly
She had her since she was three
Miss Molly loves Anna
They are as close as can be
Sometimes Anna is happy
Which makes Miss Molly happy
Sometimes Anna is sad
Which makes Miss Molly sad
Sometimes Anna had to leave
Which makes Miss Molly angry
And when Miss Molly is angry
Anna is scared
But that's okay
Because Miss Molly always says she's sorry
And Anna forgives her
Because friends accept apology
One day, Anna had to go on a 'trip'
Miss Molly wanted to come
“No, sweetie, Miss Molly can't go
This is your first day of school,” said her mum
So Anna left
And Miss Molly grew angry
She grew so mad
Her smiley face turned ugly
When Anna came back home
And went to her dolly in her room
Miss Molly started shouting at her
Her face full of anger and gloom
“Why did you leave me?” she yelled,
“I thought we were best friends!”
“We are,” Anna cried back,
“But you have to wait until school ends.”
Miss Molly grew quiet
Her face blank on her raggedy head
A few minutes passed
And she finally said
“Stay with me, Anna,
Forever and ever.
We will never be apart
Whenever and wherever.”
Anna looked at Miss Molly
Into her dolly's button eyes
And finally said, “Okay.
No more saying goodbyes.”
In the closet on a little girl's room
In a box full of forgotten toys
Lay two little dollies
Smiling in the silent noise.
The End
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
To forget is a beautiful dream
But to remember is an ugly reality.
Which would you rather live in?
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC
You look out for that woman
With ringlets of waves
On the crown of her head
As they crash around
Her body that flows down
Like sand in an hour glass
And the tideline of
Her widow's peak
Meeting her pale face,
Slightly tinted sky blue
That darkens as time goes by
Where her right eye
Dims its blinding light orange
And the left one
starts to sparkle in the
Infinite depth that is space
And darkness so black
They stretch forever so
No one knows
Why and where and how
They descend
To the clouded lips
That breathe out cold, salty breeze
Every time she laughs
Or sighs with pleasure
When the gulls fly across her face
And the dolphins leap in her hair
And the seals sleep on her skin,
So she, too,
Lies down and
Marks the rest of the world
On the edge.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:27 AM UTC