Baby Dolls Poem by Romella Kitchens

As with all things go the days.
We come, we stay a while then
go away...
WE think we are judge and jury but
truly hold little sway.
So, it is with BABY DOLLS.

As a child we want and long
for them...
Holding on and saving although
our chances are very slim.
We dream at night as children
we will get the perfect DOLL.
Then, we learn as we grow older
it wasn't meant for us at all...

So, it is with BABY DOLLS.

Something breaks them,
throws them away.
But, we remember how it
felt to hold them them to
this very day.

The things that happen in this world
make us hide our pain away...
So it is with BABY DOLLS...

WE can't live here.
WE can't live there.
The doors keep closing everywhere.

Our parents and hopes simply leave
or make decay --
and if they come back for you they
make every dream become dismay.

The broken wish.
The broken home.
The long and lonesome time...
A life displaced with misery and
no reason, peace or rhyme...

The years in foster care.

The seeming centuries alone...
Not a merciful few minutes from
family on
the telephone.
So it is with BABY DOLLS...
One day you're just too old inside
from all those struggles you
can't reason away and now wrestle
now to simply hide.

The rocks in lie's road make
even harder rides.
AND, so it IS with:
BABY DOLLS...
People sell them on Ebay...
come into your history and just sell your
BABY DOLLS away.

Maybe they go to a decent place.
But, most of them just disappear to
to lives your aging soul can't trace.

Yes, so it is with BABY DOLLS.