Late Night Thoughts

Wherever You Are, Thank You

How strange what a doll does for a girl.
I find myself missing mine every so often.
She was the friend I went to when I would fight with
    the friends who could walk and talk.
She kept my story close to her soft chest.
I held her like a baby when she wept,
    for the scary world that she and I found ourselves in
    and the injustices a child or her doll can face.
She kept snakes and vampires away at night,
     yelling at them in the dark that we were not
     afraid of them.
Until they would give up and go back under my bed,
     disheartened.
After I abandoned her for Barbies and the other, more
     impressive toys, she forgave me.
How strange, that a doll should be able to do this for a little girl,
      and that we forget our love for them all too quickly.