My Mother Made Dolls

Long before the birth
of Ken and Barbie,
in a fairyland of dreams
my cotton-stuffed dolls
merrily danced on stubby feet.

Dressed in their flour-sack finery,
my dolls would come to my Kool-Aid parties,
when I used only the good china.
Then they'd cruise home
in their shoe box convertible,
yarn hair flying in the wind.



Soft in my arms at night,
their button eyes smiled at me
in the dark.

Copyright 1994 Ruth Gillis

Previously published in the October 1994 issue of Moments In Time

 

 

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