I Wonder What Happened To That Doll

If you can just imagine what it was like living with

eleven people in our house on Midland Row

Would you even hazard a guess as to what

happened to my doll all those years ago?

I remember that doll, medium length dark hair,

something like mine, brown eyes not like mine

immovable joints, and straight shaped body,

arms and legs, not that attractive really

except in a child’s eyes.

I remember dressing that doll with the

only outfit she came with, thinking she

doesn’t do much so she doesn’t get dirty

and she mostly lay in a shoe box under my bed.

With five sisters I’m not so sure that she was

protected from their eager fingers, when their

oldest sister was not around to see them.

I guess into my teenage years the doll

lost its appeal and real people became more

my cup of tea, so to speak.

And perhaps some other little girls took delight

in unclasping the hapses and removing her clothes

and then putting them all back on again before I got home.

I don’t know what happened to that doll and

I figure I only had one doll growing up, but in my

mind she’s still laying in that shoe box under my bed,

only to be taken out in my middle aged head.


About Newfoundland Traveller

I'm a Newfoundlander with a love of reading, writing and travelling. I've travelled around our province and lived in four provinces of Canada. I love a good book and a good blog. My family means the world to me, and some day I hope to travel to many countries of the world with my husband and sons' families.
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