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    dots Submission Name: "In An Attic Cold And Dark"dots
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    Author: Ron Cole
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    There among the family relics
    in an attic cold and dark
    lies a shrouded, lovely doll
    on a quilt shaped like a heart.

    With lovely golden curls
    and eyes that are sky blue;
    with lips that slightly part
    when her face is turned to you.

    She seems so all alone
    that the image breaks one's heart
    she would seem much more at home
    being cuddled in the park.

    She was once a special friend
    to a darling little girl
    with ruddy, rosy cheeks
    and lovely auburn curls.

    They would spend their days together
    at her table having tea
    or she'd be tightly cuddled
    on the swingset in the tree.

    But her missy soon grew older
    and their playdays came to end
    she was left alone more often
    on a pillow with her friend.

    And then there came a time
    when her missy moved away
    leaving dolly all alone
    each and every day.

    She was moved up to the attic
    along with other girlish things
    lying by the Rockyhorse
    and dismantled playground swings.

    Though a doll may have no soul
    they still seem so alone
    without a little girl
    to love them as their own.

    In an attic cold and dark
    lies a dolly all alone
    who needs a little girl
    to love and take her home.

    Ron Cole
    November 2010




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      A beautiful poem, I loved it. I guess I'm still a kid at heart because I have a lot of baby dolls. My favorite Asian dolls sit on my dresser so I can look at them everyday. I buy them Baby clothes and put pretty bows in their hair. My hubby thinks I'm crazy, but I don't mind, it keeps me YOUNG! lol.
    Thank you for sharing. I will be back to read more.
    Renee
    | Posted on 2011-05-01 00:00:00 | by reneeskorner | [ Reply to This ]
      Ron, you gave life to a little doll with those words in your poem. Thank you for helping me to remember those days of a broom stick horse, my RED RYDER cap pistol, wearing an old cowboy hat, I'd chase the bad guys from the yard and felt reall grown up back then at the age of seven.
    | Posted on 2011-04-17 00:00:00 | by DUSTYTU | [ Reply to This ]
      Ron,

    you gave this doll a soul...your poem makes us believe she has life and feelings and is sad because her mate has moved on and away...

    i think there is a hint here of how it is wise to pass on our toys, dolls, etc. to others in the family...so that not only the new relative can enjoy them...but they can feel useful and alive again...

    spirit in the attic...her joints must be so dusty and cold.

    jacob
    | Posted on 2011-03-24 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      I loved this poem. Reminds me of growing up with my own dolls and covering them up each night to keep them warm. I didn't keep any of mine but now I wish I had. You are a great writer and I will be reading more of your work. Thank you for sharing this one with us. Desi
    | Posted on 2011-01-06 00:00:00 | by Desi | [ Reply to This ]
      You can make beauty from the smallest of objects. I bet you could make a fork sing with grace! I haven't been around for a while... I guess you could say I had a 2 year writer's block. But I'm trying to get back into it. I am so glad you continue to write for you are an inspiration to all.

    Jessa
    | Posted on 2010-12-02 00:00:00 | by Jessa | [ Reply to This ]
      Very nice write Ron, and I am sure this will strike a chord will all of us who have childhood toys stashed away somewhere.

    Reminded me a bit of Toy Story....heyyyy....this could be a sequal....haha.

    Frank.
    | Posted on 2010-12-01 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ]
      wow i love this. i too had dolls when i was younger and then when i started to grow up i no longer had time for them. i did keep the first doll, the one i got when i was born. its kept in a special place at my mothers for when i have a little girl. im really glad i decided to read this.
    | Posted on 2010-11-29 00:00:00 | by scardnscared | [ Reply to This ]
      The relics of childhood look awfully forlorn and abandoned when put away in adulthood, dont they
    I didnt keep any of my own dolls from childhood. I lost interest in them by the time kindergarten rolled around.
    But, I'll always have my Pooh bear. He has never been put away, and will always be hanging around my room.
    I guess he's my talisman; the thing that keeps me from growing up too much.
    ;)

    A lovely nostalgic look at toys, Ron!
    | Posted on 2010-11-28 00:00:00 | by latentlylyrical | [ Reply to This ]


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