My Sister’s Dolly

My Sister’s Dolly

She was reddish brown
No smile or frown
But a neat little baby face.
Sweet angel nose
Cupid lips arose
From a face full of peace and grace.

Strange little eyes
But no pupils arise
From these orbs of jaundiced hue.
No matter to me
For all I could see
Was my baby belonged to you.

She had lent her, you see,
For a time to me
From a childhood long since passed.
But I hoped so much
To preserve her touch
Forever and a day to last.

Alas it’s so true
She flew back to you
As soon as my youth I outgrew
But still I am left
Grown up and bereft
My dolly belongs to you.


This entry was posted in Poetry.

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