Hana Doll

Her soft body rests in my arms,
Her eyes staring back at me.
She cannot move, talk or cry
But she is so utterly special to me.

She sits on my bed tucked under my blanket,
quiet and still.
She is dressed in my old baby clothes,
And watches over me as I grow older.

Although I may not play with her anymore,
I fondly remember the fun times we had.
My doll is old, my doll is slightly town,
But she is always close to my heart.