Raggy

She sits on my shelf,
Watching over me like an Angel from above,
With her big button eyes, freckled cheeks and rosy lips.

She was made with love and passion,
Although she is now ragged,
She is the connection to the one that made her so special.

The one who made her, which she reminds me of,
She takes all of my sorrows away when I am down,
She is more than an object to me.