Nov 2012
An old rag doll gather dust in attic corners
Mites and spiders making homes of old memories
Stained with happiness, dust collects over it
The young girl who once played with her sun up to sun down
Is now married with children
The rag doll left forgotten
The mother left with nightmares of leaving a friend behind
Mites and spiders making homes of old memories
Stained with happiness, dust collects over it
The young girl who once played with her sun up to sun down
Is now married with children
The rag doll left forgotten
The mother left with nightmares of leaving a friend behind
I challenged myself to write a poem for anyone and everyone of my friends that retweeted a tweet on my twitter. This is one of them.
