Imaginations

A Poem For Katie

Starry eyes sparkle a shimmering shine As you admire a gift of simple taste;

In innocent joy you are more than kind For you smilingly accept a simple grace.

Though mama’s you are and always will be, You have time enough for love from me. No elder can feign your sweet innocence Nor naturally emit such radiance. You need not earn it, my love you have won, Take it as you do, like light from the sun. And remember, please, throughout your young years, That youth which is wasted more quickly wears.

Your calling in life is yet unknown:

No worry, though, you’ve abundant time;

Soon I will say: "My! How you’ve grown!"

And through it all my heart will keep you in mind.

- Anonymous

IMAGINATIONS

All stories printed in Imaginations are fictional. Any references to people, places and all other names existing on earth are used completely for fictitious purposes. I apologize for any misinterpretations since these stories are not meant intentionally to offend anyone.

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China Doll In The Window —

Shining big blue sparkles for eyes Skin as fair as snow with cheeks Glowing like beautiful stones of ruby Lips so pink, soft, and tender Bouncing curls shine golden rays.

full of hatred and rages of jealousy For such a carefree, perfect world

So protected and carefully controlled. Destroy that world with ugly pictures Of the beautiful and the pampered.

Pain deeper than deep could ever be Only know by the innocent one.

No one listens to the cries

And hurt of not only pain

But of such mistrust of the role-model.

Still the pain grows even deeper,

Deeper on skin, heart, and memory;

On the young memories that

Last forever and a lifetime,

Not something to ever to recall back on.

Horror-filled minutes that seem like hours Grow even longer as the pain grows.

Still no place invitese the pain to go

Not to grasp to for security

And no one to stop the world.

Blue eyes are now overpowering black eyes. The cheeks are only red because

Of the never ending storms of tears

And the lips are fragile like

The lonely China doll in the window.

- Sable

The UPEI X-Press

November 15, 1990

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