Looking through the tower door,
Just a walk down the hall.
In a dark forgotten corner,
Leaning against the wall.

A long forgotten treasured friend,
So lonely in her place.
Is a doll called Christina,
Wearing a dress of satin and lace.

Opening up the tower door,
Discovering the long forgotten toy.
With a thick covering of Firefly dust,
The girl gave a smile of joy.

She lifted up dusty Christina,
And cleaned her pretty face.
A smile spread across her lips,
I have for you the very place.

The child took Christina,
And loved her for many years.
Through all the years of laughter,
And the many sad long tears.

The young girl grew to a young lady,
And Christina was with her all the way.
Until a new little girl came into the tower,
And took Christina home to play.

Sheila