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She No Longer Believes She no longer believes in Santa, nor the Easter Bunny. The Tooth fairy gone away like baby teeth. No joy found in dolls, toys or make believe. Tea has grown cold in the pot. Rose tinted cheeks, now pale and wan. Clenched hands, knotted tightly reflect turmoil. Eyes brimming with tears, not laughter. Thoughts haunted by hurt confusion. Trust, a doll’s porcelain tea cup, knocked to the floor. Shattered, beyond repair. Each sharp, jagged piece surrounds her battered soul. Keeping vigil like tiny toy soldiers. But even they cannot protect her from the monster down the hall. Can you see, why she no longer believes? copyright 2000 -- Lorrie Workman 11-28-00 |
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