Dolly

Frayed pants, tattered eye,
Silk and fabric thrown together.
Yes! That’s my ragged doll.
Adventures. Reading. Creating.
Under the covers, into escapades,
We go into the frosty mountain landscape
Like freshly fallen snow.
I direct her to speak and walk,
Like a famous puppeteer putting on a show.
We have some of the most wonderful conversations.
But then the lights dim.
I close my eyes clutching my
Ragged, torn doll to my chest.
I dream of what we’ll do tomorrow:
Go to Antarctica? The Jungle? The Palace?
Who knows what we’ll do!
But I know that we will have an
Adventure. Create something. Solve a mystery.
But that’s another story yet to be told.