Lindsay's Old Doll Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi

Josephine is an old and worn doll,
Her rose-colored cheeks have faded too,
Buttons are missing from her fancy dress,
But she has not lost her place among the few.
Josephine may not be as attractive
Or perfect or lovely as the rest,
And yet in Lindsay's precious heart
Josephine is still loved the best.

Though every birthday brought a new doll
As attractive as a new doll can be,
With a realistic expression and pleasant smile,
Hopefully creating an exultant joy and glee.
The new doll is hardly even noticed,
And seldom ever handled at all
Because those faithful arms of Lindsay
Always adoringly held Josephine, the old doll.

It mattered not if Josephine was worn
From many wonderful years of endless play,
Josephine is still considered the best of all,
And in Lindsay's heart she will always stay.
A newly acquired doll is a treasured gift
To be accepted with a thank you and a smile,
But Josephine brought the greatest joy,
And still is the doll most worthwhile.

How could Lindsay forget her old doll
From all the birthdays that have gone by?
Though others think Josephine is battered,
She still is precious in Lindsay's eye.
She is still loved and so appreciated
And stands firmly apart from the rest.
Yes, though she is just an old, worn doll,
Josephine will always be loved the best.