The dollA Poem by MikeVThe doll
She sits alone with watery eyes
with nothing to hold but a doll dressed as a bride a gift from her mommy, before she passed away a gift worth more then money, atleast to her anyway she cradles it in her arms, and rocks it back and forth As she watches her mommy being lowered into the earth mommy why'd you have to die? She asks, stifling a cry but to this question she gets no reply she traces a heart atop her mommies grave and leaves the doll behind, as she sadly walks away © 2013 MikeVFeatured Review
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