There once was a porcelain doll,

With skin as pale as snow.

She had a friend who was warm and tall,

She had watched her learn and grow.

As this friend grew older,

The doll had seen her less.

She barely recognized her,

In her elegant wedding dress.

The bride,who was no longer a child,

Walked up to her old doll friend.

She stroked her hair,which was unruly and wild,

And assured her it wasn't the end.

Now the doll happily plays with generations to come.

Overflowing with joy,no longer feeling numb.