Her hair was made of woven yarn,
Of many lengths and
Long enough for curls,
But not long enough for braids.
Two matching shiny buttons
Were sewn in place for
An inverted "V" drawn over them
Made her always look
Those button eyes missed nothing,
And she heard secrets ...
She knew everything that happened,
And was wise beyond her
Her lips were painted cherry red,
In a forever
And reddish daubs upon each cheek
Added clearly to her guile.
Her body was a pillow case,
Cut in half and filled with
Her arms and legs were ankle socks,
Her feet, old marble bags.
She was soft inside and out,
She loved being hugged and
And if her stuffing were squeezed out,
She could be re-stuffed
Her backbone was not straight at all,
In fact, she had no
Yet one could not call her 'spineless,'
For she was as strong as
She could be dragged from room to room,
Easily pulled along
She could be buried in the ground,
And be dirty to the core.
She could be machine or hand-washed.
And with care, put
through a wringer,
Then oven-dried under Mama's eye,
And tested by her
No matter how one held her,
She always fit, it seemed
In someone's arms or hands or lap,
Or held tight in someone's
If tossed about in anger,
If thrown down or cast
She simply waited where she fell,
She never frowned or cried.
She was sneezed upon and squeezed upon,
Sat upon and
She was banged upon and chewed upon,
And wept upon and slept
She could not be bought or sold
At any store in
Nor in any catalog
Could the likes of her be found.
Nowhere in this whole, wide world,
Including all the
Could one begin to hope to find,
Such a precious, old rag
Manufacturers tried their best
To duplicate her
But they met with no success,
She was mom-crafted and
I don't know when she left the house,
Nor even where she
I just know my years with her
Were the best I'd ever spent.
I've seen no dolls in toy stores,
That can even half
With the old rag doll that Mama made,
With the woven yarn for
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright June 2004