experiences

She from her corner,
I saw everything,
I listened to everything,
and even so,
he never revealed any secret,
nor indiscretions.
Everyone loved her,
and for loving her,
they ignored her,
He saw them grow to each one,
also grow old,
cry secretly,
laugh in the open.
he witnessed his romances,
of the walls between them,
and always looking,
his shy smile
Time was overshadowing it,
leaving his cold skin,
fading little,
her blue dress
One morning in March,
with a rag ball
the youngest child in the house,
unintentionally hit her,
when falling,
it exploded into thousands of pieces,
and silence,
He took over the room.
Today, those who loved her,
they keep a little part of it,
in every corner,
Where the world takes you,
and with it the story,
of many generations,
they keep beating in the new life,
of that porcelain doll.