Molly E.

Make Believe and Side of Reality

Lined up one by one around the mini table.
Bent legs and combed hair.
Twisted clothes do not look so crooked and unfit.
I can hear a squeak of rubber against the rough material.
Sipped tea and conversation for plastic friends.
Every once and a while I stop to make sure everyone had enough to drink in their cups.
How I would wish I looked like them and dressed like them. I wanted to be a real life blonde bombshell doll, that brought every little girl joy throughout the day. To be carried in a back pack and taken out every chance there was for make believing. To wear millions of clothes and little pink high heels.
I open up boxes of old toys.
I peer down into the dusty dungeon of cardboard releasing the doll for only a minute.
Blonde dirty hair tangled from defeat.
One heel trying to match with her ripped top.
I realized why I held her in my hand for all those years,
she would have toppled over without my steady hand and my steady make believing.
But dreams don’t come like they used to, you have to push hard for an ounce of flight in your imagination.


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