Tiny Tears

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Image Credit ~ Little Girl Speak


The twitch of the doorknob startled me,

“Hello my darlings”, she whispered


Was it too fantastic to believe?

that she actually had existed.

We had both been eager accomplices,

our love had been swift and instant.


Two blinking, rock a bye, blue eyes,

she, fashioned into a perfectly, miniature size.

We, beguiled and spell bound,

by her angelic, smiley mouth.


She was fed, bathed and rocked to sleep,

her soft floppy body, warm and sweet.

Not only did she laugh, but shed real tears,

our other girly friend in early years.


Teeny bare feet, perfectly formed hands,

there was one for me and one for my cousin Anne.

Mine wore blue and Anne’s wore pink,

our Nan had brought, these precious gifts.


Those “Tiny Tears” baby dolls were all the rage,

for young girls, back then, of our age.

These words that trigger happy recollections.

treasured moments of childhood reminiscence.


I learned about life from my Tiny Tears doll,

to cry my tears out, before carrying on.

never to withhold sadness in, for too long.

to listen to my heart, where in, I most belong.


This may not mean a lot to you,

but it means so much more to me.

My beloved cousin Anne, left this world at only 29,

These are the cherished moments, of our happier times…

Victoria Healing ~ 9.6.2019

Tiny Tears


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Dedicated to Anne, my brave and dearest play-mate.

My beautiful Cousin who passed away at the tender ago of 29 years young,

from ovarian cancer.

Forever in my heart, my darling ~ Anne Wheatley ~ 10.5.1958.

Anne's tiny tears with knitted dres from Nan
This is Anne’s original Doll, named “Susie” lovingly saved by her sister Sarah, who now shares Susie with her own grandchildren. Outfit crocheted by our Nan, Beatrice. 
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2 thoughts on “Tiny Tears

  1. This is a beautiful poem in memory of your sister, showing the closeness and love that you shared. The loss of anyone to cancer is a blow, especially when it happens to one who is young. Each month as I go for treatment my heart is wrenched when I see someone young waiting their turn. Lovely writing 🙂


  2. Hi David,
    Yes, it is amazing how a simple object like a doll, can bring so many happy memories, pouring back. Sadly, we hadn’t realised then, how short our time together would be.
    I have been following a facebook page called “Growing up in the UK, 50’s, 60’s & 70s” which has prompted so many memories, that I had forgotten.

    I am sorry to hear that you are having treatment too. I had breast cancer many years ago, (all clear now ) and yes, I saw so many young people there. It was heartbreaking.

    …But the good news is that with the advancement of medical research, there is so much more that can be done for us these days.

    Sadly Anne, was born in the generation, when very little was known.

    I wish you well with your treatment David, I know how scary those procedures can be. Stay strong and positive! Thank you for visiting, I look forward to our chats.


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