that doll was always the martyr in our story.
poor Beth. the best dressed. in her lavender silk.
even her own chair and table with a drop leaf
for company. that never came
an apple painted wooden teaset
from the 1964 World's Fair
her own worldly possessions.
we relegated her to corners
she had the most saintly face.
she was always in disgrace
when the other dolls talked tittle tattle.
hmmm. maybe, THOUGHT tittle tattle.
their eyes so round and fixed.
at Christmas all was forgiven.
Hail Queen Beth we cried
echoing Little Women.
the homeside one.
the one who couldnt last.
I'm sorry.
mary angela douglas 12 march 2020
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