THE ANGEL MARIONETTE
She was stuck in
an old trunk in an
attic room many
years ago, left to
deteriorate, but
she still retained
her pretty paint
and glow,
Until one bright
morning, a small
girl opened up
the trunk she lay
in, and pulled her
out into the daylight,
with a big grin
The girl took her in
her arms and ran
down the many
stairs, calling to her
mother, to come see
the gift she bears
Her mother gently
took the antique
puppet from
her daughter's
hands, and tears
ran down her
face, as she
brushed off
some sand
This was mine
my darling girl,
the mother said,
I thought that
she had been
thrown away,
when I received
a new doll instead
What memories
sweetheart this
brings to me, she
said, as she
untangled all the
discoloured strings,
this puppet is an
Native American angel,
look at her pretty
wings
Her daughter was
excited as her mother
made the puppet
come to life, making
her dance and sway,
the mother was again
a child, not just
a mother and
a wife
By LoveAngelique
© 2009 LoveAngelique
(All rights reserved)
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