Dolls and Toys -- NaPoWriM 2022 Day Fifteen

    Be My Paper Doll 

Boys have toys 

That's well known 

And when they grow older  

some they still own 

I don't mean their Porsches 

and electronics 

Ones they might keep for play 

like down on the floor or 

up on a table top 

While others are keepsakes 

of which they never play 

So now I'll tell of mine 

Some I still have some are 

out in a grove 

Like my steel wheelbarrow wheel, 

or rusting behind a barn 

Others were only in my mind 

though I never owned 

That would be the electric train 

I found every Christmas time 

It stays in the store or Sears catalog 

or on my cousin's shelf 

Teddy bears and trucks and cars 

Most every marble I've ever 

had resting in an old crank churn 

The tin monkey that knows 

his multiplication table through twelve 

Six Match Box cars on my dresser 

lined up ready to race and 

my gyroscope in its box  

A wooden box with my wood box and 

My Shirley Temple scrape book 

that Mom and I filled 

An old cast iron taxi my sister 

bought sort of like the one 

I had when small 

There's my Dick Tracy camera 

I'd ordered from Chicago 

And a few others I haven't told 

There's one I played with 

but never owned 

And NEVER WILL 

That's the paper dolls 

Ones like I played with 

while visiting my cousins 

I would cut out clothes for the dolls to wear 

When we ran out then we'd find some more in the Sears and Wards catalogs 

Doing all that was fun 

But now I've no desire for them 

No desire to even play 

let alone own 

There is an exception 

But still, I would be FAKING IT 

That's if a GRANDAUGHTER 

wanted me to play

Paper Dolls 

Oh yes, I forgot to tell of, 

my trusty Red Ryder BB Gun, 

it still shoots 

And my Snow Sled 

hanging on a garage wall, 

we have no snow in our 

Gulf Coast part of Texas 

[My dresser top -- Race Ready]

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Fifteen for the prompt below, 

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-8/ 

 - We were asked, like  "challenge you to write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in."  That would be PAPER DOLLS.

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One Single Impression: Cocoon

Cocoon in Use

We weave our webs with gleeful pride,
cute little nests for our old age.
When mine was done I climbed inside
and closed the door here in my cage.

Its dark in here and I can sleep.
Never again to see sun's burn?
Little do I know but down deep
I'm feeling I can not return.

I will sleep now hanging up high;
wish I believed reincarnate.
It matters not for I will die.
Be like my mom* who gave her egg?

Photos and Poem Copyright
© 2010 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

* Mom was the butterfly who laid the egg from which he hatched as a worm. She always dies before her worm baby hatches.
Here is a cute animated illustration about the life cycle of a butterfly; and
here is a diagram showing that life cycle in a block diagram.

Prompt word, Cocoon, suggested by Tammie Lee at Beauty Flows
Find more poems at One Single Impression using "Cocoon" as prompt