The trusty heart

She kisses her doll
Goodnight
And goes to sleep
She dreams
Small dreams
Dreams that will grow
One day
Into bigger dreams
The doll has a name
Princess or Cinderella
Or Betty or Alice
But the doll
Is not a real person
It is only what she makes of it
And will make of it
Looking back one day
And remembering
Something more
Than an inanimate object
But the trusty heart
She gave it
Amid the chaos
Of childhood

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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