Home #Blue Nib Issues Issue 35 | September 2018 | Family and Dolls, Poetry by Joan Colby

Family and Dolls, Poetry by Joan Colby


At Marshall Fields that year
When I was eight,
They took a photograph to make
A doll with my face,
My wavy auburn hair.

I unwrapped that doll
On Christmas day. She had
A wardrobe of clothes
Just like mine. A green wool coat
Trimmed with muskrat fur,
A taffeta skirt and lace collared blouse,
A skating outfit and small white skates,
Flannel pajamas and scratchy underwear,
All sewn by my mother
Late at night on the Singer
In the corner of our kitchen
To match my own.

The doll was e...


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