The "BROKEN DOLLHOUSE" is my life story,
It reflects my life, my pain and worry.
Once it was whole yet never complete,
It was built with wood not concrete.
It was just a dollhouse never a home,
I played and played yet I was always alone.
It kept my secrets and hid them well,
So much decore you could never tell.
The closets and cabinets and drawers were a mess,
Some how the clutter made the pain less.
I had that dollhouse for many years,
Yet the site of it brought me to tears.
