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The Toymaker
 

 



Her gown it looked like gossamer
Her wings looked like sweet lace
And every line was beautiful
That he carved in her small face




He carved her hair with bangs in front
To her shoulders it hung down
And he carved her mouth with tender care
To sweet to ever frown




Lashes long he carved wit h care
For they framed her pretty eyes
And they looked like they held heaven
Brought down from bright blue skies




Her hands were shapely, beautiful
Her feet were small and sweet
He labored on her many years
His masterpiece unique




He was a master toymaker
He carved from old driftwood
This carving was an angel
So beautiful, so good




He didn't have a blueprint
He carved from memory sweet
And this tiny little angel
Would his life's work complete




For she was made in memory
Of his little girl who died
But he'd keep this hand carved angel
Forever by his side




No she would never leave him
She's never go away
And he would meet his real live girl
In heaven one fine day.




He'd only had two daughters
She was the one who died
T'was I who took care of him
Until he also died




From all the toys he'd ever carved
She was his very best
When dad died he left her to me
So I know I'm twice blessed




By jollynoblefrog

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