Sweet Caroline Poem by Angela Wybrow

When Grace was little: a toddler of three,
She truly thought the world of me;
I thought that for the rest of time,
I would be her 'Sweet Caroline.'

Her friends all had dolls, just like me,
And we'd all get together for 'afternoon tea';
The latest fashions, we'd all get to wear,
And the girls would brush and restyle our hair.

But, as the years went creeping by,
And Grace grew taller, towards the sky,
The bond between us steadily changed:
New friends, new schools: her life rearranged.

Our time together grew much shorter,
And, a laptop computer, her parents bought her;
As time rolled by, I saw her much less:
The eventual outcome, I should have guessed.

There was a time when I was brand new,
Looking drop dead gorgeous in my dress of dark blue;
Way back then, I was her Number One,
But now those days are over and done.

Under her bed, I've been heartlessly thrown;
Now I listen as she chats on het mobile phone:
I hear about all the latest new crazes,
And I've seen her go through numerous phases.

I'm lying here, out of sight; out of mind:
To my terrible plight, she's now helplessly blind;
Recently, I've become somewhat of a loner,
And I think it's high time that I found a new owner.

Under the bed, it's dark and it's gloomy;
It's a pretty tight fit, and not at all roomy;
I guess that this is where I will stay,
Until she declutters and gives me away.