The Doll

She teetered on the shelf, fearing and sometimes wishing to fall. Being viewed and touched by those who passed, each unable to her her call. "I've been on this shelf for so long, please take me home for a while." But the doors to the shop closed and night fell without a smile. Then one day a small face appeared in the glass. Watching and waiting, she reached for me at last. Gently she wiped the dust from my face. Each stroke filled with love left tears in its place. Delicately she cradles this fragile doll in her arms. Whispering the promise that she would do no harm. Though the tears still flowed, they were that of joy,, For on that day the Doll was no longer a toy.