-amee-Amee Was Her Name- Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

-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