Molly

Molly

Molly stood alone and forlorn
Long stringy hair the color of corn
Her face was dirty covered with dust
Tears streaked down like lines of rust

Head hung low, her chin was drooped
Shoulders rounded, bent in a stoop
Her eyes focused upon the ground
Her forehead creased in a deep frown

Her dress was filthy, like a tattered rag
In her hand she carried an old school bag
Her legs were skinny, her feet were bare
A piece of string tied her long dirty hair

When seeing me her face got a look of alarm
I told her that I wished her no harm
She wiped her tears and said, I'm Molly
Will you help me look for my baby Dolly?

Mommy gave it to me before she died
Daddy won't look with me," she cried
He thinks I'm too big and Dolly ran away
But I have only been six just over a day

Mommy said that Dolly would always stay
That she'd never leave me or go away
Then she moved her bag to her other hand
And I found her Dolly laying by in the sand

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Thank you cla_reecy for your help with the last line of verse five.

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