Lost Baby Doll

Back then, most girls so loved their dolls; in 'forty-seven- I turned eight. That Christmas, my one wish came true- to play with her, I could not wait. To me, she was so very real- A Magic Skin Doll- 'neath my tree. This newest one topped all the rest; her skin was soft as soft could be. New Latex formed her magic skin; so good she felt within my arms. She was the sweetest doll for me- for sure the one with life-like charms. Where did you go, my baby doll? Years later, when our house was downed- where you forgot and left behind- now with my heartache- in the ground? I pass it often, that long bridge where once our family home stood- recalling memories, so fond. How you were lost- not understood.