And she sat alone in her bedroom
weeping mercilessly in a corner
Clutching he marionette doll close to
her heart.
The same marionette doll her mother got for her on her 5th birthday.
As she traced the face of her doll with
her trembling fingers,she remembered that birthday.
Not a party but a small get together she had.
She remembered that she had been bothering her ?mother for the longest,asking her what was in the golden wrapped box.
When the time came she opened the box which held a pale faced,rosy cheeked marionette doll.
Elated she was.
She ran up to her mother and planted a kiss on her cheek.
That was one of the many kisses she gave her.
A kiss that will never be returned.
A kiss lost in time...
