Like Barbie doll who lost her head,
or threadbare teddy bear in the bed,
like a wind-up toy, going round and round
or Munch’s scream without a sound
some of us weren’t Donna Reed
we only knew life through our need,
always trying to please another
broken toys and broken mother.
And yet today we are given this gift
words of love that caress and lift,
loving thoughts and works of art –
Our children don’t notice our broken part,
what they see is what’s in our heart.
©2015 Sharron R. McMillan
