Liesje

Once upon a time

there was a wooden doll

She had golden blonde hair

 and beautiful blue eyes.

It was a gift for a little girl

from her grandmother.

Taken home as a souvenir

from a long journey.

The girl was very happy with the doll

-she might have named her Liesje-

 and played with the her every day.

As the little girl got older,

Liesje got a nice spot on the windowsill

 right next to the bed of the girl.

The girl became mature,

fell in love, engaged,

married and left home.

Liesje stayed in the windowsill.

 She became dusty, sunfaded

and fell into oblivion.

Years later the house was emptied,

the girl's parents had gone.

Boxes of old stuff were given away to charity.

Liesje was in one of these boxes.

 In the charity shop she got a new place

among many discarded toys.

And Liesje? She liked it all best.

Not used to much else after

all these years of oblivion.

My 5 year old found her and

we took her home with us.

Now she stands proudly on the mantelpiece,

beside a couple of deer.

Occasionally somebody is playing with her.

With caution because she is a Lisa now,

a lady of a certain age.