I think my father brought me these dolls
After one of his long business trips;
I couldn’t have been more than 7 or 8.
And yet somehow I’ve kept them all these years,
Allowing them to follow me from house to house,
From move to move… I’m not sure how or why
They ended up in this windowsill,
But I get the feeling they approve
Of this, our most recent move,
And are enjoying our renewed closeness
To the natural world.
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