The Raggedies

Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy
Sitting side by side,
Patiently waiting through
The stillness of the night.

They are no longer bright or new,
Careworn and rumpled with 
A hundred hugs and kisses
From not too clean hands and faces.

Sleeping nearby, clean
And sweet from an evening bath,
A tiny boy of three, a girl of five, 
The innocent owners of the Raggedy dolls. 

The morning breaks, calm
And quiet of the night are chased away
By the nosy din of children,
And Ann and Andy off to play.