Rebecca Ann
In the world of make believe,
of dolls and ribbons and lace,
I felt a sense of contentment,
staring into her pretty porcelain face.
She was my confidante;
She truly was my friend.
I took her with me everywhere,
and at nighttime,
I gently tucked her in.
Rebecca Ann was her name,
and such blue eyes had she.
She always seemed to have a smile,
and she meant the world to me.
She was blonde and wore a royal blue dress,
and I often thought that she must be,
an Angel who had flown from faraway,
just to be with me.
Over the years,
she grew weary and worn;
her skin began to wrinkle and crack.
But the hours of joy,
the hours of conversation we held,
How I wish I could now play them back.
~© Sandra Lewis Pringle ~
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