Friday, May 7, 2010

Magpie Number Thirteen



Operating Theater


Christmas morning  
I'm seven years old
 
Tree lights are twinkling
 
Tinsel shining gold


'Modest' describes us
 
We always get by
 
Under our tree

Homemade gifts are piled high 

My eyes must deceive me  
 
Could it be true
 
Is that a real dolly
 
With eyes of clear blue


 Santa has brought me
 
What I'd dreamed of this year
 
A doll I can cherish
 
A doll to hold dear
 

The years pass by quickly
 
My
Gerrie grows old 
One eye is missing  
Sad sight to behold


I love my sweet Gerrie
 
Huge part of my life
 
I'll fix my dear dolly
 
Take her under the knife
 

I find a replacement
 
An eye brightest blue
 
And within a few minutes
 
My doll is brand new




28 comments:

  1. You write so beautifully, Helen!

    xoxo
    Jane

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  2. I love the child-like joy of this delightfully charming poem, beautifully written. You've interpreted this prompt with ingenuity and uniqueness.

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  3. You're a poet and you should know it. Sweet poem and lovely eye.

    Happy Mother's Day!!!
    Hugs,

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  4. Sweet, so evocative of childhood dreams and hope at Christmas.

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  5. Operations on dolls. Ah, that brings back memories.

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  6. I never played with dolls much, I found the eyes scary and much preferred to run around outside :)

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  7. What a lovely poem. I really enjoyed it, it bought back fond memories of Christmas as a little girl.

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  8. A lovely poem. I was conjuring up something gruesome with that eye!
    Maggie

    Nuts in May

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  9. Well done. Your poem is fun. I kept waiting for it to turn dark, but it didn't. Love it.

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  10. what a lovely childhood memory...makes me realize how literal and twisted my response was. :) Helen it is obvious that you have a BIG heart.

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  11. great poem! the only operations performed on my dolls were by my brother and usually had to do with decapitation...
    thanks for the memories :)

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  12. Helen

    This is such an oh so sweet poem. Anyone who ever had a dear dolly or teddy or stuffed toy that lost an eye -probably wished that theirs was repaired. Good magpie And not a sad tale #13.

    Joanny

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  13. Helen,
    Terrific poem and memories, even if not your own.
    rel

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  14. A lovely poem of childhood and happy solutions! I just thought of my old Betsy Wetsy, oh my!
    Thank you...

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  15. a delightful magpie...you capture that magic of youth and wonder so well in this verse...

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  16. this was lovely, helen. it's wonderful when our dreams come true and better yet when we hold onto them for forever! thanks for sharing your magpie, it was marvelous!

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  17. My best friend in first grade was Gerrie. I haven't thought of her in years. Sweet poem, Helen!

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  18. What a sweet little poem. You have quite an imagination and it's wonderful!

    hugs
    Sissie

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  19. very nice poem...sweet memories!

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  20. Every memory sparks a memory:
    Baby Rivers had a yellow flop eared "doggie" who lost an eye. Her wonderful pediatrician noticed and told her to bring "doggie" back in two weeks. Two weeks later, Doctor Wonderful produced a perfect doggie eye and carefully stitched it in place - a few minutes before operating on Baby Rivers! Doggie and Baby Rivers are both fine thirty years later!

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  21. A special memory, nicely revealed. Thank you.

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  22. This was a fun read! I've particularly appreciated your writings on your other blog about your Mother. With my Dad now in a nursing home, I can certainly understand the emotion, heartbreak, and bittersweetness. Your writings are a tribute to her life and memory.

    Rick

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  23. cute and enjoyable!
    Happy Tuesday!

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  24. Gosh, i still remember playing Nurse to my doll. This has a
    sweetness about it, I guess it's just Childhood.

    yvonne

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  25. This almost reminded me of a horror film (called May, I do believe), but you went with the happy ending!

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  26. My brother poked out my doll's eyes......I didn;t know about surgery then!
    very nice and sweet poem

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