The Lost Doll

On Harsha's blog dated 14th January, she shows her lovely Cross Stitch piece called The Old Doll -> link to her blog (http://shinyscissors.blogspot.com/). I still have fond memories of the first doll my mother gave me. It brought to mind a lovely poem from my childhood book "A Treasury of Poetry" by Hilda Boswell, which I still have and enjoy reading from time to time. I have added a couple of the illustration from the book, as the pictures are just wonderful and bring each poem to life. I am thinking of writing to Cross Stitch Gold and asking if one of their designers (Maria Diaz or Sue Cook perhaps) could create a chart for it, as I am sure they could do it justice. Or maybe, will see a designer at Olympia Stitch exhibition in March.

Isn't it a touching photo of the girl, who is overjoyed at finding her doll again, even though it is dirty and broken. I think its a lesson on how people can love each other, no matter what their outer appearance is....

Happy Thursday, all !

The Lost Doll

I once had a sweet little doll, dears,

The prettiest doll in the world;

Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,

And her hair was so charmingly curled.

But I lost my poor little doll, dears,

As I played in the heath one day;

And I cried for her more than a week, dears;

But I never could find where she lay.

--oOo--

I found my poor little doll, dears,

As I played in the heath one day;

Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,

For her paint is all washed away,

And her arms trodden off by cows, dears,

And her hair not the least bit curled;

Yet for old sakes' sake she is still, dears,

The prettiest doll in the world.

--oOo--