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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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