2 September 2012
My brother always picked on me, His way of having fun. He'd laugh at me and tease all day, I often tried to run.
And then on my 6th birthday, My mother bought a doll, I'd never seen something so beautiful, I'd never let her fall.
Her hair was long with ringlets, Her eyes a crystal blue, I named her Arabella, Friends like her were few.
She used to keep me company, I'd hug her through the night. She'd comfort me when I was sad, Or when my brother gave me a fright.
But most nights she would sit up tall, On my highest shelf. Mother would put her there, I couldn't do it for myself.
The sun awoke me one summer morn, I looked for Arabella, But she had vanished from her home, I'd lost my best friend forever.
Years went by, But I never found my precious little friend, I knew someone had taken her, My heart would never mend.
I convinced myself it was mother who had hidden her away, She always said we played too much, but I would just shun her away.
I've now grown old, My parents died but still I failed to see, Where my doll had gone to, I wonder does she still miss me.
My brother's not been very well, He lies on his death bed, It's me who sits and watches him, Cleans and makes sure he's fed.
He promised many years ago, That he'd not seen my doll, And I knew that he wouldn't lie, I hope that I'm not wrong...
by vera©
The Doll Part One • Opuss № I