Tarnished Toy poem about 9-11

Tarnished Toy poem about 9-11

Tarnished Toy poem about 9-11


The Tarnished Toy

It was a brisk morning with absolutely nothing to do

She wandered from room to room

There was a toy tucked into a box

Quite valuable and securely locked

She looked down at it several times

She whispered this toy is all mine

With remorse she had to stay inside

So her hand plucked the toy out

A ...doll ...bride

It had a dress brittle and yellow

Long ago she lost the matching fellow

Trying to sew new clothes and repair tattered rags

Sort of put the value back without price tags

Funny how we want things to look new

When sitting there in a box

It turns to rot for the remaining few

The tarnished toy was renewed once again

Placed on a shelf in glass and lead

She dressed it up on those winter days

Until the day a bomb...wind and dust

Covered the apartment with explosions

... so unjust

They fell to the floor in bits and pieces

Not the doll, but the woman's nieces

Crowds screamed and ran down the streets taking cover

Lying on the ground was a fireman held by his lover

A small child stared down at her father dead

From the skies fell the bride doll on the stand of lead

Funny thing about a tarnished toy

It tells stories to the finder...

A young girl found it and handed it to her mother

The mother looked over the skirts and face

Knowing there could be no other

"Tarnished my daughter, but not forgotten"

The daughter grasped its worn tattered body

She knew that toy was pretty shoddy

Give it new life, pretty skirts, and a place on her shelf

Fixing it like New York City itself


Remembering 9-11

(c) B. A. Williams

All Rights Reserved

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Ryem 4 years ago from Maryland

This is a beautiful and smart poem. The scene played in my head like a movie as I read it.

Voted up.


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B. A. Williams 4 years ago from USA Author

Thanks so much, and yes the scene is still in my mind. Some good things come from bad, I think the people in NYC are warmer to each other, and I hope that isn't the dreamer in me talking.


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epigramman 4 years ago

...oh surely such greatness here in your writing from your beautiful poetic heart and mind - I love the narrative quality about your words - the sad storyline paints a vivid cinematic picture in my mind here - lake erie time ontario canada 11:39am I am inspired by this piece tremendously.


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B. A. Williams 4 years ago from USA Author

Thank you epigramman this was very close to home, and surely not forgotten. Glad you enjoyed my writing.


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nighthag 4 years ago from Australia

A vivid poem that paints a potent picture of a tragic event, yet still the hope that drives us forward is given in the beautiful imagery of this tarnished toy.

A heart touch write, thank you for sharing it


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B. A. Williams 4 years ago from USA Author

Thank you so much for reading this and getting the feel of it.

My own niece walked in that harsh dust back from school that day...not a good thing for a child to remember.


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rebeccamealey 3 years ago from Northeastern Georgia, USA

This is a very touching and beautiful poem on the heartaches of 911. Voted awesome and shared!


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B. A. Williams 3 years ago from USA Author

Rebecca,

Thanks so much for reading this and liking my work. Its more significant after the Boston bombing, I wish the world would live in peace. Thanks again for reading.

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