The Eyes of a child


Alive in grandmother
Relished in mother
Treasured in daughter
Will she live through future generations
Or will art die if unloved
As human eyes turn to glass?

dversepoets prompt pop-art. Write a poem on a product or cultural phenomena.

This doll is from my mother’s childhood passed on to me and hopefully my daughter will cherish her, but who knows?



About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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7 Responses to The Eyes of a child

  1. rothpoetry says:

    Nice Work Mary. Hopefully she will be loved for generations to come.


  2. Frank Hubeny says:

    I hope your daughter cherishes the doll. The picture reminds me of a kind of doll my sister had long ago.

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  3. Thanks Frank. Not sure if I fit the prompt, but the doll popped out at me, and it is art!


  4. Sabio Lantz says:

    Oh, how painful to throw away our attachments. We often leave it to our kids, or grandkids or further to make the hard decision.


  5. Powerful, for sure. Will art die if unloved. Scary thought, but it’s true somehow. My peers tell me their kids don’t want their things like fine china etc. :0(


  6. That last couplet is so great. Unless things are treasured, they are just things.


  7. Beverly Crawford says:

    My mother collected small glass birds. I bought a birdcage for them. Who knows what will happen to them when I’m gone. Perhaps my daughter and granddaughter will be sentimental too!!


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