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 Latching the door at a two-star motel
an old mattress breaks his fall
Opens his suit case and under its shell
he finds a tattered rag doll
He can see
small flickering night lights -- far-distant sirens --
teasing and calling him
He cries, “Sad dark room
I’m not alone.
Raggedy Ann still loves me.”
Taped to a small hand he finds a note:
“Dear dad I packed this for you.”
“Annie’s my best friend,”
his daughter wrote,
“you won’t get lonely, it’s true.”
He can see
small flickering night lights -- far-distant sirens --
teasing and calling him
He cries, “Sad dark room,
I’m not alone.
Raggedy Ann still loves me.”
Somewhere a young child sleeps by herself hoping that dad will come home
Somewhere a rag doll sits high on a shelf, now free to be on her own
He can see
small flickering night lights -- far-distant sirens --
teasing and calling him
He cries, “Sad dark room,
I’m not alone.
Raggedy Ann still loves me.”
Flickering night lights -- far-distant sirens -- teasing and calling him
He cries, “Sad dark room,
I’m not alone.
Raggedy Ann still loves me.”
Still loves me
Still loves me
Still loves me
She loves me!
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