Mother said:
“I cannot afford to buy one but I will make you
a doll.”
2 Popsicle sticks
crossed and tied with string.
2 eyes with brows pencilled in.
A quick stroke of another pen
made a scarlet smiling mouth. Then
a dab of glue and cotton wool.
2 scraps of cloth from the sewing
basket, with lace tacked on.
And Doll was fully formed, with
a change of clothes to hand.
Doll lived under my pillow for years.
She did not meet the porcelain doll,
the plastic dolls on our street.
They had real hair, hands with fingers
and toes on their feet.
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