Amelia In The Frame

RDP Thursday – DEEP

 

Her name is Amelia and she hangs upon my wall

trapped in a frame

from a five and ten cent store.

 

Her eyes are flat and cold

her cheeks are pale and slack

Her jaw is wired shut

there are metal hands upon her back.

 

The bow on top her head

has been tied with love and care

and someone long ago

curled her long brown hair.

 

Her dress was to big and her shoes didn’t fit

and every time

she saw them hanging  in her closet

she closed her eyes and said;

” Ma, I’m just dying to wear this dress. ”

Before winter hit,  she did.