long ago and far away..

A Living Doll

I used to play with dolls
Long ago, in another century
I fed them mud pies
Brushed their hair
Washed their little clothes
Counted their fingers and toes
They entertained themselves
I'd park them on a bench
Or any handy surface
They were user friendly
Not like real babies
Dolls aren't good training for those
I did alright with the real one
Never dropped her or stepped on her
Never went to jail
Can't pry her off me now
Can't unglue the maternal glue that's blood
The dolls paid their dues
And now she looks toward other days
Where I'll not be allowed trespass
But she always turns up again
She remembers where she came from.

RAJ NANDY
Your nice poem reminds me of a hit song by Cliff Richards , -"Living Doll" ! Thanks ! -Raj

Sandra Martyres
Another lovely piece Patti - tending to user friendly dolls has its merits, but finally Mother -Daughter love and bonding is quite something else...I loved this write..thanks an I agree with Sonya, please do not change the lovely picture..you really look cute.

Mike
Daughters and mothers are never far apart... as a man I knew that if I couldn't stand her mother our lives would never meld... as the Spanish say... as close as flesh and fingernail....

sonetta
i guess most of it is instinct and the rest is by trial-and-error.....and you did a superb job.... P.S. can't help it...you're such a cutie.....don't ever change your pic from now on....

Alison Cassidy
What a fascinating poem about little girls playing pretend mummies and big girls turning into real ones. Superbly written with an edge of angst and a lot of love to boot. Your 'user friendly' description of dolls is perfect! Wonderful read. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

JoAnn McGrath
Tis the way you hope it works if you did your job as a parent....nice write

Kerry O'Connor
The last line's the killer. As a mother of daughters, this can only be an instant favourite.

carol
lolol they never forget its a life sentence