Porcelain Poem by K. E. C.

It sat there untouched,
The most beautiful porcelain doll you'd ever see.
The pretty blue eyes,
The smile so tiny and sweet.

In rolled the storm,
No one saw it coming
It destroyed all in its path,
But it got the doll the most.

Cracked, and chipped,
She'd sit there on that shelve for 23 years
before someone gentle enough chose to fix her up.

Slowly piece by piece
The cracks become faded
The hair un-matted,
The dirt from that day,
Gets softly washed away.

There's a beautiful doll,
She sits upon a shelf,
She's got cracks, and flaws,
But she's probably still
The most beautiful damn thing you're eyes will ever meet.