Upon an empty shelf in a place
No one can remember sits a doll in lace
Frilled collar, Elizabethan taste
Blue eyes twinkle on her face
Cherubic lips ready for a kiss,
Dusty blond - of a quality long missed
Alone on a shelf she just sits
Waiting for someone to remember her
in her antique abyss.
Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2014
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