Little Shattered Doll
White porcelain skin scratched and scarred, baring the bought of each pain, skirt wet and rumpled from the icy rain.
Yet the little doll still stands and smiles, even if the pain seems to burn all the while.
Her eyes bright and blue like the sky, even if it felt her world crumbled nigh.
Warm arms to comfort those in need. Gentle heart waiting to carry a good deed.
However despite the goodness forged in that tender soul. Her heart was far to shattered to be made whole.
Thus god sewed a pair of wings upon the little dolls back. Giving her freedom where it horrifically lacked.
Up to the Heavens the little doll flew.
Where her body was made brans new.
From the heavens she watches from above.
Where she still sends her gentle sweet love.
In memory of Katelyn Nicole Davis. May God comfort and keep you always sweet angel.
