My mother's doll … or was it her mother's?
We can't seem to remember now, but it's a doll that Mom always
had perched on the mantle in our childhood home.
Eventually my older sister, the one who sews so well,
made a whole new outfit of clothes for the doll who has no name...
…at least that we can remember.
The new garb includes under garments trimmed with lace.
Beautiful details, fine hand work,
and a fresh pink ribbon.
All beautifully dressed up, now residing on the piano
at my younger sister's house.