[stylist] Jackie's special things prompt

[Barbara HAMMEL]

I, too, was a HUGE fan of reading.
Barbara

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> On Aug 2, 2015, at 23:19, Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter via stylist <stylist at nfbnet.org> wrote:
> 
> 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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> Cc: Barbara HAMMEL <poetlori8 at msn.com>
> Subject: [stylist] Jackie's special things prompt
> 
> 
> 
> 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.
> 
> 
> Sent from my iPhone
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