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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