Untitled (for now)

By ColorMeToxic

My daddy bought for me,

a board of dime-store rings.

They meant so much to me,

although,

they weren't worth a thing.

Cheap metal circles,

shiny plastic "stones".

How I felt so pretty,

each time I put one on.

But

Children are careless

and I,

was no different.

When I lost that board of dime-store rings,

a piece of my heart went with it.

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Published on Thursday, December 29, 2016. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Sometimes things can be both worthless...and priceless.

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Comments on "Untitled (for now)"

A former member wrote: Whether you had a nice childhood or not, those objects really hit the spot if you ever find them... Reminds me of the movie Le Fabuleux Destin d'AmÃ©lie Poulain in a way. Very sweet poem, many thanks for sharing.
A former member wrote: Aww! My son gets me rings out of the quarter machine...takes me back to dressing up, wearing a crown and heels to big for my feet :) Thanks for the share
On Thursday, July 11, 2013, Devilish (2633) wrote:

Aweeee. i've had so many things through out my childhood that i treasured and don't think i own a single one of them now. and really couldn't tell ya what happen to them.. hugs beautiful .. long time no see.
On Thursday, July 11, 2013, ColorMeToxic (238) wrote:

Thanks Dev. It has been a long time since I've written anything.
A former member wrote: Awww to be a child again... how I miss when the world was different.