The dark, starry night sky twinkled
like a black velvety sequined curtain.
I sat down on an ageless tree stump and
wrapped myself in a gossamer shawl
to protect myself from the evil chill of the night.
While I sat gazing in awed wonder at the beauty
of the sequined sprinkled sky, I saw a falling star.
The age old words of a wise old cricket,
of whose name I need not speak, came tearfully to mind.
I closed my jewel sprinkled eyes tightly
and began to ponder long and hard.
I knew the wish that I would make would have to be just right.
So after a long and painstaking deliberation, I was ready.
I wished hard with all my heart that I could be a doll.
Not just any doll, mind you. I wanted to be Raggedy Ann.
For you see, when I was a little girl, mine was my very best friend.
I wanted to become some other little angel's very best friend.
Raggedy Ann, in her gingham dress with rosy cheeks
and a permanent sewn on smile bright enough to make any girls day.
Yes, that would be the life for me. So after making my heartfelt wish,
I yawned, wrapped my gossamer shawl of protection tighter
and I headed inside to bed and off to the land of dreams.
I awoke in stunned amazement, in the arms of an auburn curled angel,
being hugged so tightly, that were I real, I would have been breathless.
She couldn't have been more than three and I was never left alone.
I was so loved, that I was her constant companion, my wish came true.
Oh, the tea parties, they were grandiose,
with me, her, and her beloved teddy bear Mrs. Puffenstuff.
Each night before bed, she would place all of her prized possessions
in her pink and white ribboned princess toy box
and climb into her canopy bed with me wrapped tightly in her arms.
But, then something changed.
It didn't happen overnight, but ever so gradually.
I became less important as the years began to pass
and my young mistress began to grow.
Oh how I miss those tea parties and our games
of beloved make-believe.
Sadly, now when bedtime nears, it's into the princes box I go.
Now I sit alongside Mrs. Puffenstuff until the night's end.
The years kept passing and soon my name was befitting of my condition,
for my dress was stained, my braids were tangled, and my smile
was only a there because it wasn't sewn so I could frown.
Soon shelves replaced her pink and white ribboned princess toy box;
and onto one of them I was hap-hazardly tossed.
Along with all the other toys once loved but now forgotten,
for you see that little girl had grown into a teenager.
So desolately I sat upon that shelf lost in memories,
remembering how at one time, I was loved like no other.
That beautiful woman-child slowly forgot me and moved on
to more important grown up things.
Oh, Mr. Cricket, I made the wrong wish and now it's too late!
Into a box I am thrown with a sticker marked twenty-five cents.
Yet, sadly there weren't any little auburn curled buyers
and into the trash I went along with Mrs. Puffenstuff.
So here I lie in the garbage, alive inside this shell.
Thinking back to a night so black that it looked like
a curtain made of silver sequined covered black velvet.
I remember my gossamer shawl, that was supposed to protect me
from the nights evil chill, but I guess it wasn't designed at all
to protect me from a simple wish of everlasting love.
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~gypsy~
