The dolls are happy in their parlour -
Their painted expressions say so,
Anyway. And they are loved -
Love is time, patience and placing them
Carefully on crafted chairs
For miniature people.
Protected from the heat of the Sun,
Uncertainty and playground enemies
What could they want for?
Yet they always seem to be
Looking beyond -
A glaze in their eyes
Behind the tiny teapot
Like some days
They want to smash predictability
And sweep it under the gowns
They didn't choose to wear.
LJ Ireton 2022
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