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Decapitation

 

by

 

Nicole Pulliam

 

 

In my house there’ll ever be

 

A type of unsolved mystery

 

Her sister’s memory is foggy

 

As my daughters eyes go soggy

 

I will be her hero.

 

 

 

We search high and low

 

We just have to know

 

A torn sequined gown

 

A final clue is found

 

Staring back at me.

 

 

 

A patch of blond hair

 

Peeking out of the chair

 

Requires investigation

 

Another funeral, oh what fun

 

A service I’ll perform

 

 

 

I hope

She hopes

“It can’t be true”

 

 

 

I gently tug the yellow strand

 

The suddenly inside my hand

 

A pitiful sight for me to behold

 

A victim’s story must be told

 

Barbie is no more

 

 

Nicole Pulliam Shares...

"I'm a busy mom to six kids, assorted snakes, a Tegu lizard and couple of dogs. I am currently (and temporarily) a stay at home mom. Being home has allowed me some more time to focus on a love of mine. Writing. I live smack dab in the middle of the US, in Kansas. I am from the Pacific Northwest though, and that's always my first "home". I love this journey of life we're on. " 

 

 And what motivated her to write this poem? "My life experiences. I have three little girls. They own a multitude of "Barbies" in varied states of disarray. Some missing hair, some missing heads, some with chewed up feet, some even with Marker for Makeup. I have found it's a universal thing. I even have a friend overseas who says her daughter's Barbie's are uncontrollable nudists. I thought that just about anyone with daughters could relate."