My Ceramic Doll

She stands gracefully upon my desk
The ends of her ballet slippers resting on the roses below
Her white feather tutu reminds me of my great ma-ma's white curly hair
The matching pink of the ballerina's tutu and the flowers
Gives me flashbacks of great ma-ma's delicate, rosy cheeks
The innocent look in the doll's blue eyes
Reminds me of the sparkle in my great ma-ma's bright eyes
The soft melody pouring out of the figure
Provides memories of her soothing voice
The ballerina stands tall,
Proud to be filled with so many memories of my great ma-ma
Memories of card-making, baking and crafts
Of endless hours exploring
Of sad hospital visits
For now she is gone and what is left?
A small ceramic doll holding every memory from years ago.