You belong to a world of make believe,
where lilac dreams come alive,
and child's play tells its story.
Nimble hands craft over crinoline gown,
dressed straw hat tied in a bow,
leather shoes fitted so snug.
Her home Edwardian,
finery so elegant,
a Palace fit for this Princess and Queen.
Her secrets she shares,
just you and her,
as you silently listen, in hushes unheard.
I long for this time,
yet I feel so alone,
modern day doll discarded, forlorn
Time turned the clock,
and my workings are froze,
this little lady is now all grown up.
Gold trophy winner
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