Where’s Willow?
Her mother is crying, missing her doll child, angry that someone betrayed her.
Worried that her rescue moppet has been stolen
or worse; hurt!
Sending smoke signals in the air, she asks over and over again:
“Where is she? Where is my beloved Willow?”
“Is she okay, are you okay? Please respond. Please, please respond to me!”
Meanwhile, with higher than normal temps in Alaska, our 49th state, A child sits quietly in the sun playing with a dark haired dolly.
“Don’t worry Willow, you can stay with me ‘cause Mommy says I can keep you.”
Ignoring the messages by land and by sea, the mother gazes lovingly at her offspring through the kitchen window.
“I will do anything for this child, give her anything she wants!”
“We have been waiting for this doll to arrive and now she is here – we will keep her forever!”
“WE now have this celebrated doll and no one can take her from us, or do anything about it!!”
A thunder bird flies over the graham cracker house, watching other carrion peck at the hard confection exterior.
While smoke billows from an open window, chanting rising in the air; closing up shop, she takes the sign from her window just as a rock shatters the silence.
‘Let the traveling doll go home - or else!’
“Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary, how does your garden grow?”
Not with little dolls heads, in raised beds of stolen dreams,
Oh No! Exclaim the doll folk, it can’t be so!
-Shosy G 9/21/15
Her mother is crying, missing her doll child, angry that someone betrayed her.
Worried that her rescue moppet has been stolen
or worse; hurt!
Sending smoke signals in the air, she asks over and over again:
“Where is she? Where is my beloved Willow?”
“Is she okay, are you okay? Please respond. Please, please respond to me!”
Meanwhile, with higher than normal temps in Alaska, our 49th state, A child sits quietly in the sun playing with a dark haired dolly.
“Don’t worry Willow, you can stay with me ‘cause Mommy says I can keep you.”
Ignoring the messages by land and by sea, the mother gazes lovingly at her offspring through the kitchen window.
“I will do anything for this child, give her anything she wants!”
“We have been waiting for this doll to arrive and now she is here – we will keep her forever!”
“WE now have this celebrated doll and no one can take her from us, or do anything about it!!”
A thunder bird flies over the graham cracker house, watching other carrion peck at the hard confection exterior.
While smoke billows from an open window, chanting rising in the air; closing up shop, she takes the sign from her window just as a rock shatters the silence.
‘Let the traveling doll go home - or else!’
“Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary, how does your garden grow?”
Not with little dolls heads, in raised beds of stolen dreams,
Oh No! Exclaim the doll folk, it can’t be so!
-Shosy G 9/21/15
