Paper Doll Poem by Rod Rattle

For my dearest Ciska

Torn in four by four mens' hands
Tissue paper was I
Folded and creased to not know my shape
Origami paper was I
Marked on in pen an indelible stain
Coloured paper was I
Drowned in tears, for so many years
Blotting paper was I
Thrown in the air, lost by the wind
Kite paper was I

Found by a girl who came wandering by
Paper trail was I
Collected up, in volumes that rhyme
Paper round was I
Glued back together with embraceable kisses
Paper mâché was I
Stood strong and firm, a tree, time cannot burn
Paperweight now am I