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November 05, 2007
Worry Dolls for Guatemala
Small pieces of colorful woven cloth
Wrapped around tiny legs and arms
Human forms, stiff and lifeless
Made with tireless hands, patient loving hearts
Waiting in cold unguarded silence
For they always will surely come
Slip her under a soft tattered pillow
Place him below a worn squeaky bed
Tell them all the anxious moments
The thin walls of constant concern
The relentless, bone crushing fears
In the night they will seek and listen
Taking all darkened worries far away
To the hidden secret places that have no name
Buried and forgotten in massive graves
Gone forever, never found again
Until we look through our tears once more
Posted by kay at November 5, 2007 03:10 PM