-AMEE-AMEE WAS HER NAME-
I went into a store one day
And found a little treat.
A friend for my little girl, I
didn't think I would repeat.
It was a little rag doll
Who wore a gingum dress,
So soft and small and cuddly
For a small girl to caress.
Her face was painted on the cloth
With eyes of deepest blue.
No matter though-this little doll
Was her love-Through and through.
How many times I washed her
And mended tears and snags,
Until each little bit of her
Was turned to thread and rags.
I replaced that doll so many times,
Each one was just the same,
Until my child was six years old.
Amee-Amee was her name.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 9-30-05
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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