| Old Rag Toy An old rag toy so special to a child she keeps all her life. Holds it close to her heart. It smells like tears and kisses. Given to her as a child. She never let it go for fear of loosing it. Every night it went to bed with her. No matter where she laid her head it was there. She gave it a name. At night that name was on the tip of her tounge. Then she grew older but never grew tired of her favorite toy. Still she sleeps with it. She told her toy she loved it, But it knew. She grew even older but held it tighter. She asked it why the boy broke her heart or why she had to leave her favorite home. she kissed it goodnight and let the tears dry. now her toy smells like tears and kisses. No matter what fails her, her raged toy is always close. She will never part with it but always keep it close to her heart. It keeps her memories for her. It smells like tears and kisses. |