BD

BD stands for Baby Doll.
More than just a Doll.
She is my shoulder to cry on when I am sad.
She is the greatest friend I could ever have.

She is who sits and listens about my worries and thoughts,
doesn’t complain but smiles and hugs me tight.
I fell over, cried and bolted to my room,
BD next to me told me to face the music and woman up.

At one year of age, she was gifted to me,
Big blue bold eyes,
icy white hair and chubby cheeks.
Clicks! And clacks!
As I pick her up,
The bead stuck inside of her head.
Been there for so long
It’s faded the color of red.

Losing her would mean that I’d have lost a part of myself,
Like a tree losing its leaves.
She is my sister not by blood but by heart.