A DOLL'S MEMORY

A DOLL'S MEMORY

Over in the corner upon a dusty shelf
sits an old ragged doll all by herself
her hair is faded, her dress torn and gray
her shoes are gone now, she was a beauty in her day

She once had raven hair, skin smooth and clear
a dress of purple velvet, eyes without a tear
as years pass her by she grows old with grace
for she knows within her heart, she will never be replaced

She sits alone upon her shelf, silent as can be
this is where she belongs, in the dreams of memories
her little girl is grown now, with children of her own
but she still remembers all the love she has ever known