sometimesihatemycat

Random
Stacks of baskets
And the clacking
Of trains
On their tracks
Once well-loved
Dolls
Made of decades
Old rags
I am sad
For a moment
That I travel
This life loving
All manner
Of thises and thats
Without knowing
Whose hands
Spent time crafting
These traps
And then
When I am through
I so rarely
Look back

-me

Painting by Tom Mc Nemar

~ by April on October 4, 2019.

Posted in Death, Humanity, Identity, Loss, Love, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Baskets, Builder, Built, craft, Crafted, Create, Doll, Hand Crafted, Hands, Industy, Loss, Love, Ragdoll, Random, SAD, Sadness, stuff, This and That, Time, Tools, Tracks, Train