The Cabbage Patch Doll

I think children are such a gift and grandchildren even more so. Watching them grow and develop their own personalities is a fascinating process. It is the continuation of life, and observing the repeated features of loved ones reflected in the turn of the head, the shape of the eyes, or just a look, is magic unfolding.

But wait, there is more. The best part is when they are entirely new in their actions and behaviours  and you really understand this is an independent creation – a miracle of life.

The Cabbage Patch Doll
I saw it first as small
and sweet.
I saw it then get
on its feet.
Giant steps,
giant words.
The doll-like creature
had an adult-like feature.
I cried and cried
And thought I’d died.
Giant steps,
giant words,
until the human hands
back from the foreign lands
opened up to reveal
what suddenly I could feel.
The cabbage patch now was full.
I let myself enjoy the pull.
Now I watch the dolls at play
and happily keep the tears at bay.

Alla prossima


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