Doll Days Poem by Susan Kramer
Doll sewing days are always my best
I never feel a need to rest.
The fabrics are pressed and sorted by color
Perhaps I'll choose
this - no maybe another.
The dolls wait so patiently sitting in
line
Silently wondering - is it my time?
To be taken away to the
upstairs workroom
And later come back in a brand new costume!
Raggedy
Ann has a new skirt, lace ruffled
While Raggedy Andy pulls on new pants
with a tussle.
Helene from France gets pink shoes for dancing
While Claudia from Germany fancies primping and prancing.
Emily,
always a girl from the South
Takes time to straighten out a new
flounce.
Our big baby Ashley high on the shelf lounging
Stays safely
above all the dancing, carousing.
Rosa looking on finds her turn's come
at last
A Fiesta full skirt lets her twirl, oh so fast!
Betsy McCall
and Addy both
Are mini dolls with new dresses - they boast.
And baby doll, Muffin, ever so cuddly
Is wrapped in a bunting to be extra
snuggly.
We can't forget Floppy our mascot, so dear Who wishes all
doll lovers in friendship that's clear Joy, peace, prosperity every day of
the year!
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