Glass Doll

Comb my hair ever so gently.
Curl my lashes into perfect C's.
Dress me up in clothes of long ago.
Place my hands politely in my lap.
Have me seated on your highest shelf.
Lightly cover me in dust.
Forget about me as you grow.
When life has knocked you down…
Smash me to the ground like the doll I am.
Morn what you've done and piece me back together.
Place me back on your highest shelf;
Until next time…