Love Song To My Daughter's Doll

Someday she will cover you with a dishcloth on the kitchen floor for the last time.

She will forget to marvel at the way your summer sky eyes match her own.

She will lie you down and never pick you back up again.

When I realize someday has come and gone, my mama heart will contract and ache for days we will never get back.

But today I take comfort in knowing that your hollow body is anything but, filled instead to the brim with her joy.

I smile at the love drawn on your face, crayola scar in celestial blue from the top of your nose down to your chin.

And I hear the truth in the line of a poem I once read, whispering gently, "Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot."

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