Ragdoll Dolls

She knows the secrets, I long forgot,
the memories of my childhood.
Her smile still brightens some of my days,
she's an elderly lady now, still looking good.

Her hair not changed, dark walnut look,
while mine is laced with grey
and though she's not always on my mind,
I know she's here to stay.

She was my friend and she still is,
made out of rags, by Mom,
just after war, the second one,
so I know, where she is coming from.

I didn't want her to be lonely,
got her some bears for company.
They're sitting in my bedroom corner,
for sixty years, she's been watching over me.

My Mom had made me a doll that was stuffed,
no hands or feet and her belly looked puffed,
but her eyes were nice and her mouth was smiling,
on her trust and faith, I was always relying.

But through the years, when I was growing,
I took her lesser where I was going
and one day I just completely forgot,
about this doll, which 'round War time I got.

But then, it must be some twenty years ago,
my Mom moved to an elderly home you know.
My sisters and I had to clean up the house,
where she had lived with us and her spouse.

It was then that I stumbled upon my old doll,
my Mom always kept it in good order and all,
along with the bears of a later date
and I only could think, it must've been fate.

I took them home and will never again part,
from the toys of my youth, the joys of my heart.
They're sitting together and watch me grow old,
the story of my stuffed toy has now been unfold.

Now let me see what you've been up to all evening

Hé, that's me up there, that's funny