How envious I was
Of the girl up
our rough road
I was so forlorn
She had many
dolls
Messy me, never
had one
Just cars and
soldiers
My mum saw my
grief
Calculating,
asked girl’s Ma
"Is there a spare one?"
Shock! Girl shook
her head
Had to wait a few
more years
To get a real one
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I loved this...speaks volumes.
ReplyDeleteIf my son had actually ever expressed an interest in a doll, I'd have gotten it for him. Maybe he didn't because he already had a huge menagerie of stuffed animals.
ReplyDeleteHow sad. I would have shared.
ReplyDeleteA living doll is anywhere a blessing to the innocent boy growing up! In that age of curiosity both would want to know more about relationships. Great lines oldegg!
ReplyDeleteHank
aww, sweet messy you. so sorry, she should have shared
ReplyDeleteI'm sure the real one was worth the wait and much more fun!
ReplyDeleteOne hopes so!
DeleteAlways amazing how heartbreak becomes so beautiful in written words.
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
ReplyDeleteShe had so many dolls, yet spared not even a one. Expresses volumes.
ReplyDeleteNice that a real doll was in the fate. Sweet are the fruits of patience & hard-work :)
It is so wrong how there are boy toys and girl toys...nothing wrong with either for boys or girls...
ReplyDeleteI always wanted cars and soldiers but got dolls! If I'd known you then we could have swapped!
ReplyDeleteLove the statement this poem makes. My brother and I played with each other's toys. I played with his tanks he played with my dolls soon it became our toys, we forgot whose were whose. We had a lot of fun. No one should decide that toys are girls or boys toys they're toys.
ReplyDeleteI think it's great if children from either gender get to experience all sorts of toys.
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