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I lay in a cupboard
lonely and scared,
boarded up
with gash and tear.

Yet she opens the door,
with a smiling face
and cradles me kindly,
rocking me soft with grace.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: i wrote about a child, who keeps a ragged doll in a cupboard, but treats it kindly.

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

About the Author

Favorite Poets: I love lots of poetry, more on the Edgar Allen Poe end of the spectrum.

Comments

Geezer

5 years 7 months ago

I had to...

read your last few words to get the picture. ~ Geezer.
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c lynn brooks

5 years 7 months ago

deligtfully soft and gentle. But I ask one question of you would you not give a child of your making a name. Then why do you not have a title for this work as it is your creation is it not
something as simple as the cupboard for example