Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Baby drowsy, ah, I still get goose bumps thinking of her. Her soft tan skin and chubby fingers. Red tiny lips perfect for kissing. Shush don't tell. I still remember her smell. Her shiny soft hair, good for brushing. The funny things that came out of her mouth like," Mommy, kiss me good night," "I wanna drink of water,"or the desperate cry, "Ahahahahah."
My doll brought me through so much. She was always there for me. Yes, she let me cling to her pink polka dotted Jammie's. She was so warm and fuzzy. Life wasn't always easy at my house, so I projected all the love I needed and wanted, onto her. Yeah, she did a good job.
Dolls, it's what's for squeezing.