I sit here on your shelf, you are young and still to young to pick me up in fear that you might break me. Your hair is deep brown and your eyes a clear blue, you mother and father both stand by your crib and hold you when you cry, and as you sleep I watch you. I watch you sleep, I watch you rock in your mothers arms and giggle at her silly noises I know then that I love you.
I watch and months go by, yet you are still to small to play with me. I watch you from high above your shelves as you try to reach to touch my long blond hair. I want to reach out and touch you, yet my arms can not move. I want to feel your warm hands play with my hair, your smile cover your face as you hug me tight but, you are still to small to play with me and I know the moment that you do I will shatter. I know that I love you.Months turn to years and soon you are away from me. You are going to school and I watch you leave your room, leaving me alone to the light that comes though your window and when you return home, my heart rejoices and I am happy to see you. You have grown and your brown hair is longer now. It now curls around you face, and you skin in a pale white, your eyes a dark blue. You look more and more like your mother. I know still you can not play with me, for my glass face would surely break if you were to drop me. So, I watch you as you sleep, I watch you as you play and learn new things and I know I love you.
You take me off your shelf and comb my hair, I have wanted you to touch me for a long time, I have missed you as you are gone during the day. Your mother still reminds you to be careful with me and so you do not play with me much. I miss your touch when I sit at your shelves. I miss your comb though my hair, you warm hands against my cold glass skin. I watch you sleep, I watch you play, and I watch you grow and I know I love you.
Your smiles turn to tears and I hear the distant yells of you mother and father. You take me from the shelves and my heart is saddened at the tears you barred into my hair. I want to make you smile, I want to make you happy and to giggle. I watch you and I see your heart breaking and feel mine breaking as well. I only want you to smile. I feel you hold me tight and I hold you tight back. I know I love you.
It is dark and I feel movement. I have been in the dark for days now and when you bring me out we are not in your room. I do not know where we are and I become scared. I have missed you and you hold me close to you. You whisper things to me and I listen to them. You tell me that your father has gone away and that you are alone with me. You whisper things about new schools and new friends, you cry about losing everything, I want to make you smile as I feel you hug me tight, I know I love you.
Years go by and I am now taken from my shelf when it is to clean. You look like your mother and have grown so much. I wish I could grow to. I miss your warm hugs, you comb though my hair. I miss your soft words. I watch you grow up and I hear the fights and screaming with your mother and your new step father. I do not like to see you angry as you break things around. I begin to fear that you might break me but, you never do. You run away one day, giving me a final hug before climbing out the place that lights your room when you are gone. I feel sad, I know I love you.
Your mother cries on your bed, she holds me tight as she cries, her sob soaking my hair and dress. I wonder why she is crying and where did you go. I watch her mother and beg to ask her where she went. I watch her cry and cry and she cries at her husbands side as she dresses in a black dress her tears going down her face, her long brown hair a tangled mess as a woman combs it free. I watch and I beg where is her where are you. I am taken now, my world is dark and I feel moving again. I wonder if we are moving again that she is taking me to you. I am taken free, there are people around and when we stop I look down to see you. You are sleeping but, not sleeping as you have always done before. Your body still, as still as my body. A still that can no longer move. Your mother cries into my hair as she gently moves your arms that you can not move anymore and places me in them. There is no more warmth in these arms, the arms of you who once combed my hair, that cried in my hair, that told me all your secrets, no they were cold hands. I watched as the world became black, I knew then that it was time to tell you, I love you.
I closed my eyes for a final time as I watched your cold body sleep. I will meet you. I loved you. My dolly.
