I held your weight when you came home at night,
cushioning your aches in my velvet heat.
I bore the weight of your stolen dreams
while you laid your shoes at my feet.
I held all spilled tears of sorrow,
squeaked joy at each happiness,
endured every slice of ridicule,
in all weather, I withstood the test.
But I prepared for the inevitable,
though worn with age and time.
Built sturdy to last lifetimes,
I knew you’d leave me behind.
I prepared for this moment
with each move and rearrangement.
Your longer hours at work
mostly helped the estrangement.
I thought I worth was a little more,
not considered old, but antique.
Never believed some paper doll
meant more to you than me.
I believed for just a moment
that you would even dare,
to weigh the quiet moments.
Think me more than a chair.
You proved me wrong on moving day,
when baby girl stood crying at the door.
Everything packed, but you came back
to pick her paper dolly off the floor.
© Daydreamer
Submitted for dVerse Poets Pub, With Real Toads, The Mag, and Poets United. Glad to know these great poets! Come see!
What a great ending to your neat poem. Thank you.
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Thank you Dr 🙂
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such an interesting take on the prompt.nicely done.
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Thank you so much Abin
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Quite an intriguing story, well told.
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Thank you 🙂
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Great poem!!! Love things tinged with sadness!
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Thank you very much!
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oh how sad….the things left behind…the coming back to get the doll at the end was a great touch…like the twist of the dagger….
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Thank you Brian!
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the pain of unrequited love…
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Very true. Thank you Rebelle!
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A very interesting combination of two pictures.
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Thanks Kerry!
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Great write! On so many levels, reading between the lines was fascinating.
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Thank you Helen
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It’s nice sometimes to read the “thoughts” of an inanimate object which you portrayed exceedingly well 😀 Ralph x
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Thank you very much Ralph
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I love this poem! Goes so well with the doll art!
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Thank you Sherry! 😀
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Wow…this is so good. Love how you put in the twist at the end.
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Thank you for your kindness 🙂
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Rich scene…well done to capture both in this piece!
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Thank you!
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Wow, this was so unique and beautiful!
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Thank you so much Ella!
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good old chair for sure…..nicely done and thanks for sharing this
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Thank you for your kind words Wayne
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It was difficult for me to find the comment box on this blog; so I almost had to leave without making a comment. I enjoyed this poem, as your poetic voice got inside the ‘heart’ of the chair, expressed the feelings the left-behind chair would have. I do wonder sometimes if inanimate things MIGHT have feelings! A nice write.
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I do apologize for the difficulty Mary. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment! I really appreciate it!
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Dear old chair…lovely write…
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Thank you Tess!
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Hi DayDreamer,
I am nominating your blog for Liebster Blog award.
The post will be published on 5th December.
It would be great if you accept the award and pass it on to other people!
Have a great day!
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Thank you! I am honored!
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A bittersweet left behind tale – nicely crafted.
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Thank you
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