Poetry by Hayden McCain

My old doll

I stare at my stuffed raggedy toy doll with their curled tied and  twisted Strings of hair painted with the fading bashful color of blue. And always wearing that simple sowed on smile of enlightenment. And it's pleasant pink painted charming cheeks. Then it's  big round constantly lost and found button brown eyes always shining out the hyper feeling of surprise.  It always wears it's mixed matched patched up tattered and torn attire. That is always drenched in marvelous merriment . Of it's   long overcoat covered with the ingenious dark serene color of green. which covers it's white dress shirt That is striped in  lines of intertwined chaotic kaleidoscopic colors of the rainbow. And cowering under the shirt it wears it's long bagged wrinkled pants that is plastered with bright charismatic yellow polka dots that happily leap with glee. And then it is all topped of with it's paper flower. which is scented with the amorous scent of the endearing  dandelions and like a needle sews visions  of lost loved ones and forgotten but still cherished friends that stay alive through the beloved memories engraved within this darling divine little doll of mine.