The Porcelain Doll
By Isabel P
The things I’ve seen,
The things I’ve heard,
Sitting on the mantelpiece,
Near to no words.
My silk blue dress
Elegantly draped past my knees,
I take a few shallow breaths,
And it puts me to ease.
My porcelain face,
Held up with poise,
My apron tied tight,
Silent despite the noise.
From grandma to daughter,
From daughter to son,
From 60s to 80s,
My life has yet began.
I’ve kept secrets from the ages,
Well just a few,
But don’t worry your little head,
Only some are about you.
