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
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.