THE DREAM OF THE ANTIQUE DOLL
I dreamed I found an antique doll
Or that it found me
It was a cloth doll
With a printed face
Dingy, its hair moth eaten a little
Out of place
It had the expression of an infinite sadness
So that one would want to comfort it endlessly
And I tried.
People around me In the dream ridiculed me for this
Because I loved the doll as if It were my own child
And would not let it go
Would not say anything at all about it
Except that it was valuable
More than any of you know I said in the dream
It seemed to me
The dolls eyes filled with tears
mary angela douglas 10 march 2024
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