“The Nursery at Night”

The doll on the mantel,
With her porcelin skin
And blue, glass eyes,
Never marred by the hands,
Of a loving child,
Spies the one-eyed teddy
Resting on the bed
And longs for the imperfection
Of the rag-tag bear,
While the teddy lies waiting,
Smiling,
Playtime will start again soon.