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