The Unveiling of Jane
Celebrating the Unveiling of Jane
Jane, a doll, is important to me,
As my childhood slips from my dwindling mind,
She's what I have left materially,
She can touch many another of my kind
Her face is crackled, nonrestorable,
Her hair is skimpy and thin, a sage,
One toe was once nibbled by a mouse,
She suffers the indignities of age.
Still she's a bit vain in her original dress,
A bit of silk, and a still sweet smile,
Her blue eyes twinkle, still open and shut,
She represents all of our miles.
So, speaker, say "She's you and me,"
Let us sit vicariously on her pedestal stand.
May our eyes twinkle like Jane's as we grow old,
Our secrets dance with our old school band
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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