perpetually smiling

it was someone's doll,

with blue

marbled eyes

and

a color of skin

towards

beige,

the frizz of yellowed hair,

barely resembling

hair,

more wire like,

but oh how some child

surely loved her.

did it squeak,

or leak, did it cry

when a string was pulled?

did it's arms bend,

did her legs?

were there clothes to dress

her in.

shoes and an 
Easter bonnet?

who's to know these

things,

as she sits up right 

in the fading light,

perpetually smiling

on tomorrows

trash bin.