'My Doll'

'My Doll'

A gift at Christmas

Unwrapped with pleasure

My very own Doll

My love...my treasure

I named her "Betsy"

I held her tight

And rocked her in

Her cradle each night.

I dressed her

And changed her

And took her to tea.

A friend I always

Had with me.

She taught me to nurture

To love and to share

To know the good feelings

That come when you care.

She was packed in a shoe box

When I was ten.

But I never forgot her

Not now...not then.

When my "Live Dolls" arrived

My hand was steady

My heart full of love

Thanks to her I was ready.

Now I am old

But my heart still is young

And I yearn for the strains

Of the song that's been sung.

If I live to be ninety

Or a hundred and two...

Betsy will be there

To see me through...

Kesti©1992