The image is from Viktor Forgacs at Unsplash
Years passed slowly
till a man cut a swath through the field
the body in pieces
with no soul to yield
Once a wellspring of knowledge
often sought out
babbling words of wisdom
as she scampered about
Used in an opera
till the message fell on deaf ears
owner succumbed to a terminal illness
in a time filled with fear
Now in pieces
chopped up like a log
old and tired
wet in a bog
Extremities are lax
hardened by the lapse of time
rickety screws rusted
filled with grime
A child accompanies the man
eyes filled with wonder
excited at the possibility of life
reached down to hug her
Weeks passed
the man put the doll together again
the child sewed fine garments
for her new friend
Now renewed
the doll dances in a child’s arms
living in the limelight again
in a world filled with charm
A new soul granted
filled with love from old
passed down through the generations
with wonderful stories to be told
copyright 2023 Debbie Pierce
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Lovely Debbie. Thanks for the inclusion
Thank you. You are welcome. Have a wonderful day!
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❤ ❤ love it!
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