No One Understood Its Worth
A little girl sat quietly in the back seat, holding tightly to a doll.
She had no idea where they were going, assuming it might be a mall.
She just learned her Mommy and Daddy were killed in a fatal crash.
They knew she would be affected by all the gossip and backlash.
Yesterday she had everything, the security a child needs and the joys.
She had many nannies, two loving parents and a room full of toys.
All of it was gone in a twinkling of an eye, an instant, a quick flash.
When her father drove drunk and they were killed in the crash.
All she had of her past life was in the doll she held in her arms.
It wouldn’t be enough they feared, although the doll had many charms.
The doll Sue, looked exactly like her, curly blonde hair with big blue eyes.
Their right hands shared birthmarks; both shed real tears when they cry.
They pulled up in front of an old dark building built with black stone.
Leaving the car someone took her arm but she felt totally alone.
She had no idea who these people were who were taking her away.
She knew her life had changed, she knew it when she woke that day.
As they entered the old building, there were children playing outside.
In the dark hall they were met by old man with a woman by his side.
“You don’t have to stay, you can leave", he said, “she will be fine.”
They turned around immediately leaving her & never looked behind.
For years she stayed in that place with her doll, for this was now their home.
If it weren’t for her her dolly Sue, she would have felt totally alone.
Then one day, the angry old man took away her doll as a reprimand.
Never seeing it again, never forgetting Sue, with the birthmark on her hand.
She escaped through books and enjoyed the adventures she had.
But going to bed without Sue was when she became sad.
This little girl was bright; having the strength needed to get through.
She graduated with honors and received many grants too.
This young woman became very successful and extremely affluent in life.
She was generous with charities and helping many people in strife.
People loved and admired her but her close friends were few.
She never forgot the loneliness of her childhood or her little dolly, Sue.
Everything was buzzing at a charity auction that was founded by her firm.
She sat in the back because even after all these years, people still made her squirm.
As she was sitting there feeling exceptionally tired, the auctioneer held up a doll.
It was dreadfully battered, an antique, wrapped in an dirty blue towel.
Chills crept up her old spine for it was Sue on the auctioneer’s stand.
She saw its dull blue eyes, ragged hair but recognized the birthmark on her hand.
One million dollars she bid, people were stunned, not one there understood.
The worth of that old battered doll and they probably never could.
Written by,
Bonnie May
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really beautiful...
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <