Ghostly Doll Poem by Melvina Germain

I bought a doll at an antique shop.
It was a place where I liked to stop.
Homeward bound, we went together.
Winter upon us ooooh stormy weather.

Excited, couldn’t wait to display her.
Eyes of blue and pretty black shoes.
A shimmering taffeta dress,
beautiful rhinestones adorned her hair.
I laid her on my desk.

A beauty she was, in her fancy flair.
Her eyes were strange though, -
they followed me everywhere.
Uncomfortable I was to say the least.
Should I still give her to my niece?

I thought about her day after day,
Many strange happenings came my way.
I laid her on my desk, but found her on
the floor.
I closed everything up, yet found an
open door.

She was a rather beautiful doll,
39 inches, or more- very tall.
Cute as a button you might say.
Think I’m going to get rid of her today.

I wrapped her in tissue paper,
Laid her in the back seat of my car.
Drove until I was so far away,
Had to find a place for her to lay.

I dropped her from a cliff, stood and
watched her drift.
Brushed my hands together, thought
I was quite clever.

Drove home, smiling all the way.
A feeling of relief, here to stay.
A huge sigh as I entered my home.
Heard the ringing of my telephone.

Hurried to my office to answer the call.
There on my desk was that old antique doll.