A precious doll,
Beautiful golden hair.
A lemon yellow dress
with a matching little bow.
Tiny black shoes the colour of worn out charcoal.
The lace frills blossom in spring.
Light sky blue eyes and peach lips.
Little doll upon my shelf
The coat of dust thickens every year
Waiting, cold to touch but a warm heart
Filled with many memories of the past.
From mother to daughter and now to me.
If you are sad, scared, angry or shy
She will be by your side no matter what.
My precious doll.
Doll