Made in China
By Fuman C
With her pale, porcelain face
She looks like a beaded beauty.
She stands on a shelf,
Watching over my room,
With her small, brown basket,
And her made-out-of-fabric-hat.
She makes me wonder where I came from.
“How did I come to Australia?”
And “what was it like when I was little?”
I ask her.
But she is a perfect little secret keeper
She watches diligently,
But she never tells.