Your sewn-on smile,
Your silken hair,
Your button eyes,
What shall you wear?
I dress you up,
In a blue felt dress,
Tiny leather shoes.
I clear up the mess,
I left behind,
An old nightdress- made of silk,
A brand new jumper,
Colour of milk.
I throw you up,
You fall back down,
Always with me,
Never a frown.
I plait your hair,
Into a braid,
Then into a style,
I made.
I take you with me,
For a walk,
Forever smiling,
You never talk.
Like a perfect friend,
You stay near,
My favourite doll,
Always here.
Inspired by my cousin, Izzy and her doll.
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