She laid broken in a heap.
Her eyes staring straight forward.
One arm twisted completely off.
And a leg crumpled behind her.
There was a horrible stench,
Where she had lain for so long.
Her once beautiful blonde hair now discolored.
I picked her up with tears running down my cheek.
I had searched for her for so long.
I had given up all hope of ever touching holding her again.
And now here she was.
My heart felt heavy as I lifted her gently in my arms.
I held her close to my face wanting to remember her feel.
We had been through so much. Her and I.
Closing the door to the old worn out tobacco barn.
I knew they might tear the old barn down.
But my memories of her would never fade.
I carried my little dolly that meant so much to me as a child to safety.
Where the destruction of the barn could begin.