Friday, December 5, 2008

Not Just a Rag Doll


This rag doll has been around for over 35 years.
She's been hugged or better yet smothered.
She's been kissed and cried on, pulled and tugged on.

I've owned many, many dolls as a little girl.
So why did I keep this one?
Some had beautiful long hair, stunning clothes, some even could make sounds.
Looking at this doll, she is definitely not a beauty.
Her hair alone is a fashion crime.

I don't remember giving her a name.
I don't have any specific memories of her.
So why did I store her away for safe keeping for all these years?
Because when I look at her my heart gets warm.
It really does.
She was my doll and I loved her.

When the boys arrived I took her out of storage.
Placed her on the very top shelf of their playroom.
I don't want to the boys to play with her.
She's too delicate. And they are too rough.
Together they would have her in pieces in no time
When they understand the meaning of being gentle they might get the honor to play with her.
But for now, she is just an observer.
Watching these two rug rats go hard!



The Answer:
58 000 is the correct answer for all six of you who responded to my question!

1 comment:

The Pich�'s said...

As soon as I saw the picture of that doll this morning I smiled. I also have no real memories of her but know that she was yours. The power of the mind and heart.
Love you and hug the monkeys for me.
Louise