[stylist] Jackie's special things prompt

[Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter]

Barbara,

Thanks for sharing. I feel the loneliness in this poem, and that resonates
with me. I was not a huge doll girl, but I constantly sought something to
make me feel less alone. Reading is what took me away from life and my
loneliness as a child, but I think most can understand what the doll
represents here. Thanks.

Bridgit

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It's an old poem but I thought it fit this prompt.

  MY DOLLS
  by Barbara Hammel

My dolls, my dolls, my precious dolls,
I cling to them too tight.
My pretty dolls, my special dolls,
And I know it isn't right.

But they did so much comfort me
And ease my child-heart.
Especially my baby-doll
>From which I could not part.

My dolls, my dolls, my precious dolls,
My love is much too great.
The yearning to own more of them
I cannot seem to sate.

But dolls they were such friends to me
In bygone days of yore,
And I have _always loved them so
And _always wanted more.

My dolls, my dolls, my precious dolls,
God does not wish to be
Placed behind my love for them,
And that is hard for me.

For way back in those childhood years
A very special doll
Was all there was to cling to
For a little girl, so small.

My dolls, my dolls, my precious dolls,
Too highly do I treasure,
My pretty dolls, my special dolls,
To buy one gives me pleasure.

But God is much displeased with this--
He knows their hold is strong--
For I am storing earthly treasure
Which Biblically is wrong.

My dolls, my dolls, my precious dolls,
I love them, this I know,
But I must put them in their place
And not value them so.

But they were once the world to me,
Yes, they were all I had,
For they were always there for me
When I was afraid or sad.

My dolls, my dolls, my precious dolls,
My pretty dolls, my special dolls,
My little girl dolls, my little boy dolls, And--especially one--my baby
dolls.

I cling to them too tight, I know,
But I can't seem to let them go.
I do not _need them now, that's so,
But there they are, lined row on row.

My dolls, my dolls, my precious dolls,
O, God, they can't compare.
But You weren't tangible to the child
And the dolls were always there.

Help me use them as reminders
Each time I touch a hand, a face,
That You are always here beside me,
All the time, in every place.


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