Christmas morning
I'm seven years old
tree lights are twinkling
tinsel shines gold
'modest' describes us
we seem to get by
under our tree
gifts are stacked high
my eyes must deceive me
could it be true
is that a real doll
with eyes of bright blue
Santa has brought me
what I'd dreamed of all year
a doll I can cherish
a doll to hold dear
years pass by quickly
my Phoebe grows old
one eye is missing
sad sight to behold
love my sweet Phoebe
huge part of my life
I'll fix my dear dolly
fix with a knife
find a replacement
glass eye of bright blue
within a few minutes
Phoebe's brand new
This is utterly charming Helen my friend! I love it, and the ending made me smile!
ReplyDeleteAlmost anything can be fixed with a good jack knife and a glass eye!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet poem, and I'm so glad you're fixing her eye. (Seems we both felt a need to fix the eye).
ReplyDeleteAahahaha! Doll surgery. Did you use a marble?
ReplyDeleteYes, Helen, I read your mind and also would have found her a new eye. My sister rescues old dolls, she could do that. She has rescued many of my Adi's (Beagle dog) stuff toys who have lost their stuffings due to playing too rough (ruff, ruff). She's doing that once on my other blog, and Adi has shaken the Dickens out of hers a couple of times on my old, old YouTube.
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Dearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteYou were so lucky for having been able to restore your treasured doll Phoebe!
My very first beautiful doll, also with eyes and eye lashes, had not such good legs... I'd placed her in near the stove at winter time, keeping her warm. It was cold and humid; a typical Dutch weather and we had no central heat. When I got up in the morning, my treasured doll had kind of died... Her legs had fallen apart, they were made of gypsum. No restoration possible and I grieved for the first time in my life!
Hugs,
Mariette
some loves never die- a heartwarming contrast with the photo
ReplyDeleteYou changed a sad photo into a happy experience. Well done, you! ♥
ReplyDeleteI love the child-like feel to this, Helen, and the desire to make things the way they should be. A bit wry and tongue in cheek, to me, which only adds to its charm.
ReplyDeleteLove this Helen- Dear Phoebe good as new!
ReplyDeleteAwwwww I love your poem, Helen. The wonder, the caring, the doll surgery. A truly good-hearted telling.
ReplyDeleteLove this... a knife and a glass eye can make old new. :)
ReplyDeleteWould have been really cool Helen, to have grafted in a cat’s eye… say wha!? 😉 well written my friend. Enjoyable to read.
ReplyDeleteWonderful story! This made me smile. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful poem, Helen!
ReplyDeleteOld treasures can never be replaced, but thankfully an eye can. Some very different interpretations based on this image. I liked them all.
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