Porcelain Doll

O Porcelain Doll why aren't you as flexible as a Barbie
Do you have to be extremely fragile?
You are as fragile alike thin glass
So breakable I wish you were unbreakable
You can possibly break them with ease if handled roughly
You are to be cared for with gentleness.
A doll like you must be placed carefully on a shelf with a stand
Which goes to your waste and gives you support.
So you won't tilt over and fall and shatter all over the floor.
Some girls don't see you as a toy.
They treasure you and place you along with their collection of other dolls
Some girls gather more dolls just as beautiful as you and set them on a chair around a table
They enjoy having a tea party and conversating with you. 
They giggle and laugh because they're having a fun time with you. 
O Porcelain doll your flawless beauty 
leaves a thought in my mind
My mind ponders about fashionable styles
Oh, How I would like if you were a lifesize doll. 
You dress fabulously 
Every girl admires that about you
Inclusively you are a doll upon my collection of dolls. 
A collection along with a variety of dolls perfected with their beauty
You create a remarkable moment within thy eyes of a little girl
A girl who holds you for the very first time.
For decades you've become embraced by girls and women
You are no object nor thing.
You are an adorable, precious porcelain doll.
A doll which is worth value over time.
You are the most valuable treasure I possess. 
In disguise, you come as a doll of every nationality.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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July 5, 2017 at 7:50 AM
So beautifully described! I can just see them with their beautiful clothes and painted little faces :)
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July 2, 2017 at 7:04 PM
As an adult, some "girl" friends gave me a beautiful porcelain doll I put on my bed. Some house painters grabbed up the bedspread, doll and all and threw it in the bathtub where it broke to pieces. I still feel the pain of that loss, and especially since all those "girls" are dead now. Lovely poem!
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July 2, 2017 at 7:37 PM
Hello, Sunlite. I'm terribly sorry for what happened to your beautiful porcelain dolly. A sentimental value is always a person deep loss. Have a wonderful day. I look forward to keeping in touch with you. With special regards- Marilyn Newman
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