With loving hands
scraps were sewn
around a bag of beans
with long black braids
a fashion plate
dress and hat
booties on her feet
a comely lass she beems

My daughter made this lovely doll
while pregnant with her first
that was thirty years ago
like yesterday it seems

She is gone now
and though it will break my heart
I'm passing my treasure on
to the son she carried then
he said he would keep her under glass

Through all the years
and all the things I left behind
my doll was always there
from home to home she held a spot
each stitch was done with love