The Little Doll

She sits in the white shelf
She sits there all by herself
With her bright blue eyes wide open
She's very delicate and easily broken

The long blonde strands in her hair
Blow in the breeze of the air
The soft pastel pink of her dress
I do love I must confess

Memories come flooding back to me
Of a special person then and always will be
A gift from my Nan before she passed away
This doll stays close to my heart forever and a day