Matryoshka Baboshka
Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....
Up in an ol'house attic
Of granny's l'll girl antic
Were toys & antiques
Of Curio & dolls cryptic
Among the trinkets
To play and chewits
Was a gift thought with &
Packed for her in a box tight knit
In the casket was babushka
With a note left on matryoshka
This will help when you're eight
And guide even when eighty-eight
Seven dolls are seven sins
Nestled one each within
Weighing on heart deep in
Layered in all living brings
The eighth doll is for hope
It helps in life to cope
To walk this life on a tight rope
And balance it with a pole of hope
Belief's bring forth all the peril
And faith fights back all the evil
Life goes & comes around in circles
Like a ride on a carousel
It becomes a child play
If you learn not all but one sway
Let your heart have a say
When you have to parlay
Take this lesson to your kin
Tell this secret of life spin
Hold their hands & be akin
Together makes life serene
Stacking the doll in place
Lil Mary goes out to play
Letting ol'granny's lesson slip away
Carefree of the world at bay
Granny turns in her grave
With a smile on her soulful face
She might not have world a save
But she has sown seeds to pave
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