My Old China Doll. Poem by Laura Cummings

hugs, kisses, taken everywhere,
old and worn, left on a shelf to gather dust,
my old china doll.
glass eyes taht follow every move unblinkingly,
eyes that have seen cuts, scrapes, fights and tears,
laughter, fun, dreams of future years.
has been there for hugs and kisses, but now she sits, old and worn, left on a shelf to gather dust.
my old china doll cries tears that no other soul sees,
her heart sits broken as she sits,
at the back of a shelf, old and worn, left to gather dust.