Best Childhoodnice Poems
At eighteen months, I was too young
For such a fragile dolly.
I received her on my second Christmas
My indulgent parents’ folly.
I don’t remember getting “Nelly”.
She just had always been there.
She’d sit so quietly in my lap
As I rocked in my rocking chair.
She had big, blue, sleeping eyes,
And was dressed in silk and lace.
Brown curls of real human hair
Surrounded her lovely face.
She was a big part of my childhood,
While other toys came and went.
Her nice silk dress turned into shreds
As careless days we spent.
She sits now in a nice new case
With replaced clothes and hair.
This faithful companion of my youth
Deserves the best of care.
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