Mimals Doll Poem by kara towe

When I was a little girl my mama showed me her only childhood doll that she kept in a wrapped box in a cupboard in the hall.
She said she played with her for hours as a child and that she had not seen her for very long while.
Her eyes were edged with tears as she looked upon the doll she loved for many years.
Gently she handed the doll to me and I breify played with her happily.
Mama grew up in poverty and lived by necessity.
My mama, as a young girl, saw the doll on a store shelf and wished she could have it for herself.
For weeks everyday she walked by the store to see the doll and thought she was the prettiest of them all.
One day her mother gave her a box and inside laid the doll with a pretty dress and brown locks.
For years my mother cherished the doll and planned to hand her down to her daughter.
But when she showed me the doll I was not quite old enough to have it so she put it back in the box and wrapped it.
Years had gone by and things were lost but I never forgot about the doll in the box.
Many years after my mama past away I saw the doll in a second hand store window and I cried.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
It was the very same doll!
The one I briefly played with that day in the hall.
I bought her and now she sits on my mantel and brings back feelings that are sentimental.
When I look at her I envision my mama as a little girl at play
and I remember the special time we shared that day.