I waited a long time, and then I was born.
Then waited for clothes, my brother had worn.
All through my childhood, come early or late
For one reason or other, I just had to wait.
My China Doll
With outstretched arms she comes running to me.
Chattering and squealing, and so full of glee.
A bundle of love all wrapped in her charms.
A delight to hold all this in my arms.