Rebecca

Sitting on a shelf#
beneath an old bell jar#
dust as its protector#
this doll has traveled far#
Bits of cloth and ribbon#
held together by glue and sting#
to the average passer-by#
it wouldn't mean a thing#
Eyes that seem to wander#
arms, limp from play#
a desire to appear regal#
unable to display#
Necessity was it's maker#
inspired by love and need#
a life void of pleasure#
was the inpiration's seed#
Though nothing much to look at#
clutched in a young girl's arm#
a gift of love and comfort#
to her it had such charm#
It comforted her while hidden#
beneath the bedroom floor#
while the enemy approached#
bursting through the door#
Their saviors strongly denied#
her family was there#
as their foe would search#
their home with little care#
They left by night and traveled#
under a darkened sky#
escaping from their homeland#
leaving fear and death behind#
Days turned into months#
the war came to an end#
by then they lived acrossed the sea#
a new life to begin#
It was her true companion#
through bad times and the good#
a friend, a child,a plaything#
it did everything it could#
A little homemade doll#
held together by glue and string#
to the average passer-by#
it wouldn't mean a thing#