Doll

When Katy was five years old

She was invited to a birthday party

At a real nice house

With chairs and rugs

Not like our bohemian place

She needed a present for the party

So I made a doll, cut out a shape

Of cloth, sewed and stuffed and embroidered a face

In swirls of thread

Untwisted rope for hair, made a little skirt

My daughter walked into the party and smiled

Handed the doll to the girl

The girl looked at the doll and gave it back

Thanks anyway she said

That doll is sitting on my shelf

A little worn after 50 years but

Not bad.

After that I made a lot of dolls but this

Is the only one I still have.

About Karen To and Fro

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