I Have A Little Poppet Doll

So. Um. Here’s another reason why Keri should wait for the coffee to kick in before getting near any communication device in the morning. Oh Twitter, you suffer my abuses of language, and you do it so well.

I have a little poppet doll, she’s made from pretty string.
And every time I hold her, my heart, it wants to sing.
She reminds me no matter how dark the day, nor how great the load I bear,
I only need to lift my head and see my friends are there.
They may not understand my pain, nor know the depths I cry,
But they still stand and wait beside ’til I have strength to try
To reach for hands that wait outstretched, as I stumble to my feet.
So I’ll hold the doll, and hold my friends, and the new day I will greet.

Yes, I really do have a little poppet doll. She was made for me and is a delight to have. You’ll just have to take my word for it. Her and the pendulum took off somewhere and I can’t find either one. Again.