My Doll

There is a  comfort I once used to seek.
From a time I wasn't even able to speak.
It was a doll with beady eyes,her dress pink.

I still remember her black,beady eyes.
And the loads of playing,fantasize.
It had the silkiest,blonde hair.

And her makeup was very fair.
When I was little,I held dear.
And my intentions,attachement towards it was clear.

I still remember the day I received it for my birthday.
My eyes lit up in surprise.
I named her Annabelle,for her beady eyes.

The years passed,and the days went by.
Before I realised it,time did fly.
I haven't seen her beady eyes in a while.

In years,months.
And when I lost her,I felt vile.
I still remember the comfort that she gave.

That helped me not think about my grave.
I still remember her pink princess gown.
Her makeup,that was pretty - not like a clown.

But one day,when I grew older.
I found the doll lying in my room,next to my folder.
All the memories came flashing back.

And my childhood was something I did not lack.
I remember the day I received that toy.
When I came to kindergarten and became friends with that boy.

I remember when I held Annabelle close to me as i slept.
I was a child,and during that time my tears were wept.
The memories of those days danced gracefully upon my memory.

Like I had a long,deep slumber and finally awoke.
As the shows and children's laughter dance in my mind,provoke.
I held Annabelle safe and warm.

As horses pranced through a silver storm.
This whole time I wondered,where did you go?
Did you go,my dear friend,because I felt foul?

But finally,I found you today.
And I'll never abandon you away.
This time,I won't go away.

We'll do like we once used to play.
But the memories won't wither or go away.
And this time,I'll stay.

Safe to say,we play our game.
But you never forgot my name.
In my head,you'll have a lot of fame.