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poem about dolls
Posted by: lg (---.trlck.ca.charter.com)
Date: May 28, 2004 05:41PM

Author: Amanda (---.cjuhsd.k12.ca.us)
Date: 05-28-04 14:26

I am looking for this older poem about this lady who when she is younger plays with her dolls. When she grows out of them she puts them away in hopes that her daughters that she dreams of will play with them. However, she never has kids so when she is older and comes across them she begins to play with them herself i think. I know the dolls had very weird names, but i can't remember the name or the author.
please help me i need it for school.

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Re: Looking for a poem
Author: Johnny SansCulo (---.nycmny83.covad.net)
Date: 05-28-04 14:45

She said: “I am too old to play
With dolls,” and put them all away,
Into a box, one rainy day.

I think she must have felt some pain,
She looked so long into the rain,
Then sighed: “I'll bring you out again;

“For I'll have little children too,
With sunny hair and eyes of blue
And they will play and play with you.

“And now good-bye, my pretty dears;
There in the dark for years and years,
Dream of your little mother's tears.”

Eglantine, Pierrot and Marie Claire,
Topsy and Tiny and Teddy Bear,
Side by side in the coffer there.

Time went by; one day she kneeled
By a wooden Cross in Flanders Field,
And wept for the One the earth concealed;

And made a vow she would never wed,
But always be true to the deathless dead,
Until the span of her life be sped.

More years went on and they made her wise
By sickness and pain and sacrifice,
With greying tresses and tired eyes.

And then one evening of weary rain,
She opened the old oak box again,
And her heart was clutched with an ancient pain

For there in the quiet dark they lay,
Just as they were when she put them away.
O but it seemed like yesterday!

Topsy and Tiny and Teddy Bear,
Eglantine, Pierrot and Marie Claire,
Ever so hopefully waiting there.

But she looked at them through her blinding tears,
And she said: “You've been patient, my pretty dears;
You've waited and waited all these years.

“I've broken a promise I made so true;
But my heart, my darlings, is broken too:
No little Mothers have I for you.

“My hands are withered, my hair is grey;
Yet just for a moment I'll try to play
With you as I did that long dead day.

“Ah no, I cannot. I try in vain.
I stare and I stare into the rain.
I'll put you back in your box again.

“Bless you, darlings, perhaps one day,
Some little Mother will find you and play,
And once again you'll be glad and gay.

“But when in the friendly dark I lie,
No one will ever love you as I.
My little children. good-bye. good-bye.”

Robert Service

Post Edited (05-28-04 16:45)

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