Carmella's Hang Out

Delicate as glass all ‘round the room

 the porcelain dolls line the shelves

Each one so precious and lovely,

ever so loved, tiny as little elves

Each her own virtue

The Shoppe keeper wanders her

collection so dear eyes resting upon each one

Sifting through the memories, enjoying her

 time with them until it is done.

That bittersweet moment.

Slowly each beauty is claimed the

new owner taking the to another place

She has seen it before and will again.

Still can recall every face

Each its own story.

The young one named Megan, off to new things.

Long again taken, still often missed.

The Indian princess so dark and sweet

of the first taken off the list

Tears stung her eyes.

Scanning the room filled with those

still her own, wondering what’s in store

The Shoppe keeper smiles and continues

her lap some one may soon open the door

Petite darling Sarah is still with her yet,

though she can not guess why

Exquisite young Tara content though she be,

someday may find her self swept off her feet

Each doll so special

Saddened Naomi, with painted on smile,

waits for a prince to walk in from the street

The Shoppe keeper knows these dolls are

not hers but for a short time

She’s happy to tend them, these porcelain dolls.

Even for awhile it is sublime.

Her ending yet unknown.