As you do

She placed her pencil on the paper and drew a doll,
Not just any doll,
This doll had been waiting a billion years to appear.
And now it was here,
A unique drawing from a unique girl,
She coloured it red,
With black eyes,
“Can I have a drink please granddad”,
She dropped the drawing on the floor,
Thought of it no more,
I asked her to help clear up,
A bag full of drawings,
All of them red dolls with black eyes,
Last week it was trees,
Blue trees with black leaves,
Next week who knows,
But this week,
Red dolls with black eyes,
And all unique,
These dolls have never been seen before,
Ever,
I feel privileged to have seen them,
Each and every single one,
I kept two for prosperity,
One for me, one for her,
As you do.




Poetry by Mick Bean
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Written on 2017-11-14 at 21:36

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