The Lost Baby Doll Ld

(this is a true story, mine ) When I was just a tot, my tonsils got infected all the time so my parents took me to the hospital right on time All I could remember was a majestic doll with a pretty face and eyes that opened and closed, with a hat of pretty lace As he scooped me in his arms he gave me this doll so I carried it with me everywhere I went, she was tall but one day I fell asleep on the sidewalk, cause for alarm still the doll was tucked safely under the crook of my arm When I awoke the doll was gone, for years I did pine and I wept bitterly for that doll that once was mine a few years later as I grew grew up one day, I found it sitting on the curb waiting for garbage day It was all beaten up dirty, with missing limbs and suddenly my memory dims Was this the same doll dad gave me ? I had to be ! It had to be ! Although the years did pass, my memory is like a feather light and airy, like my dolly and I never could, forget her.