annonymouswonder

The Place Holder

A beautiful porcelain doll 

Quite and sweet

A child’s toy

Held, played, spun, thrown, squeezed 

Loved

 

Does this love compare to the friendship of the child next door?

Why of course not 

 

For in 10 years time the friend is kept and the doll is tossed

 

The silly friend next door

Funny and loud

A forever companion 

Inside jokes, long conversations, adventures 

A growing love



Does the doll grieve its child?

Was it ever truly loved?