A Friend From Toyland

At eighteen months, I was too young For such a fragile dolly. I received her on my second Christmas My indulgent parents’ folly. I don’t remember getting “Nelly”. She just had always been there. She’d sit so quietly in my lap As I rocked in my rocking chair. She had big, blue, sleeping eyes, And was dressed in silk and lace. Brown curls of real human hair Surrounded her lovely face. She was a big part of my childhood, While other toys came and went. Her nice silk dress turned into shreds As careless days we spent. She sits now in a nice new case With replaced clothes and hair. This faithful companion of my youth Deserves the best of care. For Linda Marie's contest won 4th