Baby Dolls

 

Its hard to realize dolls are not real
They seem to think and talk and feel.
They listen to a child's troubled mind
Most  are special, one of a kind.

They have names and places to sleep
Their eyes are thoughts that go deep.
To children I think sometimes they are real
They mend a broken heart that can feel.

Amanda is smart, she's our doll baby
Could she be real, sometimes I think maybe.
She has blonde hair down her back
She sleeps with us and wakes with a snap.

Tory can say "Amanda, be good and stay right here."
She smiles when Tory is near.
She was born on Christmas day
She has a personality and gets her way.

She goes to church but sits in the car
She knows Tory is inside not very far.
She's still smiling when we come out
I know she's wanting to laugh and shout.

I'm not sure sometimes I sit and stare
I think there is a little person in there.
She had a birthday and now is three
Sometimes she walks and sits on my knee.

There is only one thing and I don't know why
For her Mommy Tory, she does cry.
When Tory is here Amanda is happy and fun
I think when she met Tory her life begun.

"HMMmmm, maybe just maybe I'll think on this
Dolls could be real if we really wish.

© By Harriett Dash 2001