Canvas of Faded Colors

From the canvas the colors shown so bright. Each feature, with such detail, all seemed just right. Hung proudly above the mantel to withstand the test of time. My hand touched the frame and I marveled it was mine. As days passed the silhouette began to vanish as if again by the stroke of an artist brush. Once distinct, each feature faded with an eerie rush. Although many paintings had adorned the barren walls. With elegant beauty this one had surpassed them all. Saddened by the emptiness of a painting I cannot touch or see. Still the memories of beautiful colors will forever remain with me.

The Doll

She teetered on the shelf, fearing and sometimes wishing to fall. Being viewed and touched by those who passed, each unable to her her call. "I've been on this shelf for so long, please take me home for a while." But the doors to the shop closed and night fell without a smile. Then one day a small face appeared in the glass. Watching and waiting, she reached for me at last. Gently she wiped the dust from my face. Each stroke filled with love left tears in its place. Delicately she cradles this fragile doll in her arms. Whispering the promise that she would do no harm. Though the tears still flowed, they were that of joy,, For on that day the Doll was no longer a toy.