• The Doll Maker’s Daughter


    I drew my knife along the wood
    Shaping her face
    I took her from that womb
    Bringing her into this world
    The walls are covered
    With her brothers and sisters
    Defective
    Rejected
    Their faces are marred
    Their limbs are twisted
    She was the one I had been looking for
    I’ve always wanted a daughter
    They were imperfect
    She was pure
    She was all that I need
    Shaving away, layer after layer
    Her hands began to take shape
    Hands to hold
    A face to smile
    A little girl to love
    At last I had finished.
    Taking her from the table, I cradled her in my arms
    I dressed her in the finest clothes
    Dresses of silk and lace
    My little girl, of wood and cloth
    I took her to the market
    I sent her off to school
    And every day, when I picked her up
    She smiled at me
    That same loving smile
    The smile I had given her
    Years passed and I came to understand
    Something made by mans own hand
    Could never live
    Could never love
    This wooden creature was spun from my own heart
    But had no heart of its own
    I loved her dearly
    But she could never love me back
    So one day
    I hung her up
    Upon the wall
    Beside her brothers and sisters
    Defective
    Rejected
    No mark marred her perfect face
    No limbs were twisted or deformed
    But wood held no place in the hearts of men
    No figure of mans creation
    Can match that of God’s
    How can I, a lowly Doll Maker
    Hope to compare to His work
    Love and life
    Life and Love
    The two are entwined
    One without life cannot love
    One without love cannot truly live
    I doused the lamp
    Shadows played across her face
    She smiled at me
    With that cruel, mocking smile
    The smile I had made
    Her clothes were torn and ragged
    She looked the part of a scoundrel
    Rather than the lady I made her to be
    I turned from her
    Retiring to bed
    Lightning flared outside
    The thunder echoed her laughter