Seraphina
Whatever happened to Seraphina?—
precious doll of Caroline,
a present for her seventh birthday
in April, eighteen-eighty-nine.
Her body was of softest cotten,
her hands and face from china made
her lips were painted pink and smiling,
her golden hair a twisting braid.
One day she simply disappeared.
They searched in every space and nook,
but no one could find Seraphina,
and there was nowhere else to look.
Little Abby plays in the attic,
puttering all around for fun.
Seven-year-old Abby finds her
in April twenty-twenty-one.
In a crevice, up under the eaves—
a dusty doll in the old-fashioned style.
Somewhere, little Caroline shares
dear Seraphina's pink-lipped smile.
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