Down the Rabbit Hole

A poem in couplets... :)

Down The Rabbit Hole 

                   

In a trunk old and rotten,

lay sad Alice long forgotten,

 

hid beneath a pile of forms

of little girls all adorned

 

in their dresses and their curls,

painted faces and shiny pearls.

 

For years she waited, silently, beneath

the other dolls in a heap.

 

I saw first her stems and pointed toes

and reached for them below her knees.

 

Gingerly I picked her out

and held her close to my chest.

 

Only one chip on her cheery face

on her chin and out of place.

 

For everything else lacquered on,

had barely changed or worn at all.

 

Her dress, once blue, and now dull gray

held her life in its soiled decay.

 

The fragile apron, once white and floating

above the blue, was partly torn and ruffles missing.

 

All she needed was a little love-

some gentle handling with white kid gloves.

 

I took her home and washed her limbs

undressed her slowly and picked at her hems.

 

I remade her dress, apron and ribbon for her hair.

I did not touch the painted places, but left them as they were.

 

And now she shines, clean and young again,

atop my dresser, sixty-something years later, she's ready for wonderland.

 

 

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

What a treasure to find! You told this tale of discovery wonderfully! It reminds us how so many things that had seen many days are still arround today to help more memories be made. I found it touching and sweet. Great Job!