Each hair is perfect summer's gold
And a look so soft and frail
Not mussed a bit since He is gone
i fear i might grow stale!
i sit up here upon the shelf,
Perfect porcelain skin
Watching, waiting in the dark
For Master to walk in.
my smile has turned into a pout
As i sit and wait for Him
my heart is sad and lonely now
And my eyes are growing dim.
i wait for Him to take me down
From this lofty, dusty shelf
So that i would begin to feel
A bit more like myself.
i'm not afraid of being alone
i really am quite brave
It's just this shelf sits up so high
And i am just a little slave.
I'd rather be down on the ground
Seated at my Master's feet
To service Him each way i can
His needs are mine to meet.
And when my Master does come home
i'll be giddy as a child
Then i can gaze upon His face
And see His beautiful smile.
And when He takes me from this shelf
And my life again shall start
With love and trust i've finally found
In His hands i'll place my heart.
Author notes
Adult prompt # C
A contest entry
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This is a very well-written poem... I can feel the need for the master to come home...
Beautiful poem and good luck in my contest! -
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Thank You so much for Your comment. i am glad You can feel deep my need for Him runs.
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"i fear i might grow stale!" - that is something that I fear on a daily basis!
what a truly unique, absolutely AWESOME write my friend - exceptional! well done!
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