the life of a Raggedy Ann doll

the life of a Raggedy Ann doll ,

some times you are not thrown away ,you just hang around waiting for the next generation to be picked-up and loved again ,

 

       my little heart beats faster as I hold my breath waiting for the door to open, but  I think she has forgotten me ,

 

 some times I get abandon , and left alone to be found by someone else ,will I be loved again by tiny hands and a beating heart ,