Windswept fields of wheat
….throwing ripples about my waist.
A soda pop clenched in my grip
…..with a straw to savor the taste.
Sally goes whoosh on the swing
…..trying to conquer the sky.
Patches is eating her shoe.
…..If she knew, I know she would cry.
Billy is making a fort
…..out of parts from a beat up old car.
While Grandpa reads out on the porch,
…..smoking his nasty cigar.
Daddy is inside the barn,
…..fixing Dolly who’s broken her face.
Mommy is up in the sky
…..with Granny in a much nicer place.
She made me this nice cotton dress
…..and also my bonnet in blue.
Someday I’ll see her in heaven
…..where troubles and trials are few.
I was recalling an old fashion doll with a porcelain head. Brothers are rarely gentle on their little sister's toys, with special focus on dolls. I was also noting human mortality from a child's point of view.
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on September 15, 2009
Delightful in substance and form. This poem has a nice, steady rhythm. I can see your images in a children's book, though I'm a bit perplexed by the line "fixing Dolly who's broken her face."
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