Tiny China

I don't shy away from a damsel in distress. Wearing her tatters she is a wee delight. Some would prefer her to be perfect, but we all have our flaws. Like the velveteen rabbit, this is what makes her real to me. Her life was not easy. Like the pioneer girl in whose pocket she tarried, she was a traveler. The stains of play decorate her child made garment, proving this: Her destiny was fulfilled. She was dropped, but loved, and thus picked up again, rescued, saved. And now she is mine.