• Broken and disgarded
    Lost and now forgotten
    Lay a little doll
    In the corner of the room.

    Her dress is worn down
    Her amber eyes now faded
    Hair unkempt and unbrushed
    Lying on the floor.

    Day by day we pass her
    See her lying there
    Yet other toys call favor
    So she is soon ignored.

    Her lifeless eyes cry tears
    Her porcelin chin quivers
    Her fixed arms rise
    Calling out for attention.

    Yet not a move she makes
    Nor a sound comes from her body
    As she simply stares out
    At the children playing.

    Yet there is still hope
    For the girl who has no toys
    One day she might see this doll
    And claim it as her own.

    Watching, the doll waits
    For the girl to notice
    See her battered form
    And be held close once more.

    She and the girl alike
    Both ignored and forgotten
    Both ragged and abandoned
    The same in their creators eyes.