Sweet Dreams
The dolls sleep beneath blankets of leaves
their eyes close when placed on the ground
Her small, dainty hands clasped in prayer
murmur to them in whispers so soft
only the wind can hear
Lovingly she kisses each porcelain cheek
wishing them sweet dreams
as she longs to be mothered herself
She left
running off with a lover
promising she would come back
leaving her with a silent, angry man
his shadow looming from above
afraid each night
that she would forget the smell of her
as the memories ache in her chest
Holding on to the dream of her voice
"I will come back for you."
The gold of summer turns to scarlet
years of waiting,
the dolls long forgotten
long forgotten...
Angela Minard 2012©
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Children can dream to escape the pain around them.
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