GOLDEN ONE

For my 4th birthday when I was small
I got presents, I got dolls, and I got them all
But one was special to me but which could it be
Yes, the one given to me by my grandfather
Unfortunately when I was ten, he died the moments and memories are still alive
Although his spirt and soul is dead the happy time on end are still in my heart
I am older now I have grown out of dolls I have moved on
But I will still love and take care of the doll I call the golden one
I call it that because of its gold locks I will I love and take care of it until I pass on