The Gift
My memory of the one toy I never had.
When I played in the doll house I was never alone.
The doll house had a big family of it's very own.
A doll house was the last gift from my dad.
If your rich or if your poor ask and you'll receive.
This is the one toy I would never ask for more.
We came from a family that was very poor.
A gift from my dad ment the world to me.
The most perfect birthday gift I ever got.
It was filled with furniture,curtains and all.
The doll house was big but the people were small.
We played with it more than with my dog spot.
It stayed in my mind all of the time even at night.
My friends thought that the doll house was the best.
Mom said"girls stop playing and give it a rest".
I hated to leave cause the doll house left my sight.
There's no other toy I played with so much.
When I grew older I put my doll house away.
My dad gave it to me and left us the next day.
It sit's here gathering dust and the grandkids
know not to touch.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Linda-Marie's"TOYLAND"contest
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