Shes lonely, all covered in dust, mud stains in her dress.
Elegantly sitting on my shelf.
Shes watching me, with those deep, blue, glassy eyes.
Pale face, she seems so sad.
I wonder what she is thinking, why she is so afraid.
Standing on my tippy toes, I gently reach up for her.
I carefully blow away the dust, sit her down on the cold floor.
I turn the tiny, little, golden key, she plays her music,
Starts to dance for me.
As she dances, pictures, memories flicker through my head.
Her name is Lucy, how could I forget?
She was the one who came to all my tea parties,
The one who sang me to sleep all those nights, when mummy and daddy were busy.
She was the one who kept all my secrets,
The one who I understood even though she never said a word.
She was the one who stayed with me, on that first day of school,
The one who sat with, me when I cut my knee.
She was the one who taught me that it was ok to cry, ok to laugh,
The one who taught me to be myself, to never give up in my hopes.
And now she is the one I cry to when I thought all was lost,
The one I share my sweet 16th birthday with, cause everyone else forgot.
Lucy is my porcelain doll, the doll which my best friend,
I will treasure her to the end!
