Little Girl

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impressions in sand
a shiny ring
petals of a dandelion

you were there...

silky pink gloves
a doll that sleeps
Lion King lunchbox

you were there...

apple for teacher
a lovely bow
high on a swing

you were there...

delicious cupcakes
a gentle smile
helpful sister

you were there...

weren't you little girl?

little girl?
little girl?
little...

A doll that sleeps
A doll that sleeps
My doll that sleeps...

forever


(dedicated to Hally B., 1997-2005...rest in peace, little one!)

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AnonymousAnonymousover 16 years ago
wow

wow

duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
Indescribable grief.

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of one of his Saints. Sleep peacefully ~ Little One.

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Very moving

Touching words!

dcpoet44dcpoet44almost 19 years ago
well written......

and so very moving. the imagery really tugs at me......don

Syndra LynnSyndra Lynnabout 19 years ago
well written

and heart breaking good.

moonblademmoonblademover 19 years ago
...

This is so beautiful and heartfelt, Sack. I could hear the inherent sadness, especially around the last few stanzas. Very evocative.

herecomestherainherecomestherainover 19 years ago
Through tears

I write to say how beautifully simple and moving this piece is. Beautiful and poignant.

impressiveimpressiveover 19 years ago
First foehn, and now sack!

The tears won't stop. Lovely work, sack. Beautiful and evocative. ~Imp

jthserrajthserraover 19 years ago
I am torn on this poem

It has hung with me for a day and a half now. The poem is not vague, each stanza is clear and distinct, each refrain is haunting. The progression drew me into the delightful images, the fading trail of this young girl, the forboding refrain snapped me back. I could feel what was coming and yet the images calmed me.

To a point, I was completely enthralled in the way you subtletly, without overt sentimentality drew me into the incredible tragedy here.

The poem then shifted in its form and here is where I am torn... I keep asking myself, should the poem have ended with the line "weren't you little girl?" should it have simply deleted the four lines following your last refrain? Or should it end exactly as you ended it?

The first time I read it I moaned... he ruined it, slid into overt sentimentality that he so deftly hinted at during the beginning of the poem.

The next time I read it, "My doll that sleeps" was shocking in its intensity and I thought... perfect.

Then I read it again and hated the ending, read it again and loved it. I now wonder if perhaps it is the presentation of the dedication, if you maybe simply said "for Hally B." after the title.

One thing is certain, I saw something special in the subtleties here and it made me feel the intense emotion without the sing song sentimentality that destroys many poems of this type. By keeping yourself seperate from the poem until the very end you made it that much more real for me.

Don't let this poem settle into the bowels of literotica, I think you need to find some literary journals and submit this poem. They may address some of my questions about the ending, or maybe not. I think they will receive this poem well.

Nice work.

jim : )

WickedEveWickedEveover 19 years ago
sad

and well written.

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