OUR DOLLS

Quietly they sit alone

Together on the bed

If they could speak much would be known

How much could but be said.

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They used to climb the stairs, they hopped

With joy and playful glee

But now those childhood games have stopped

How can this really be?

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Rides in the car, walks up the street

In carriages and strollers

Hugs and tears and childish fears

Scraped knees and brand new molars.

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How soon these dolls were laid aside

To gather up the dust

I brought them from the attic

I really felt I must.

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Such memories they hold for me

Because I still can see

Other little dolls who brought

These very dolls to me.

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What I would give if I could see

Them run and jump again

But I'll just sit here quietly

And think and dream of when...

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Our dolls all played together

Before they moved away

Perhaps they'll come to visit

These dolls and us someday.

�LuLou2002

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