My Flat Faced Doll's Quilt

I remember sitting by my grandma
As she made a quilt for my
Flat faced doll.
My cousin had flattened my doll's face
With his fist and with a rock
Because he was angry
And he didn't like little girls
Or their dolls.
Drinkwater's face was cracked and broken
When I found her in the sandbox,
Yes, that was my doll's name.
So, when my grandma gave her a quilt
So she would feel better soon,
I loved them both very, very much!