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A porcelain doll,

Cracked from the ages,

Lips still curled,

Into smiles on their faces,

Painted with careful brushes,

Neatly poised to stand tall,

Skin made of fragile glass,

Be careful if they fall.



For if down they go,

A shattering clash,

And the simple result,

A snuggled position in the trash...



But thou shall take care,

Of your precious doll,

Hold her close till sunset,

And to nightfall.

Kiss her delicate lips,

Like a jewel of the sea,

Treat her like she is special,

Like she's your own little baby.



The doll shall come to life,

With a simple touch of the hand,

And she will become alive,

No longer created by a brand.

Her curls with become real,

Her eyes will blink alone,

Her hands will move,

And she'll have a pulse of her own.

No longer dependant,

No glass to look behind,

She can think and write,

All in her own little mind.



Your little glass child,

Has grown oh so tall,

An adult she has become,

That baby porcelain doll...