Rag doll.
What tales you could tell.
A child's embrace
By a wishing well.
A painted face
And a Wizard's spell.
At birthdays
Young.
She always clung
To you.
Rag doll.
Of red and blue.
Rag doll.
You lay abandoned
On the floor.
Now lonely
Behind a cupboard door.
You weep.
Where is that spark
She used to keep
In her heart.
That you could feel.
Now she is grown.
You play no part.
You are not real.
From pigtails.
To E- mails.
Smiles,
For him now.
Not you.
Old rag doll.
Of red and blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very poignant, like that moth-eaten teddy bear now bereft of love - so sad.