See the pretty doll in her little glass case
Made in Germany, fine bone-white China
Sweet smiling Alizarin Crimson 2043
A demure match to her paint-flushed cheeks.
See the rigid mask of her lovely bisque face
Soft-smooth hands, all the kinder
Than her eyes, for they cannot see
The room they catch at evening's peak
When mirror-sun comes breaking through
And dust slowly dances in gold
Illuminated for a glorious hour
Till the sun falls from grace once more.
The house's every joy and rue
She keeps tucked in her dress's folds
Little marks and stains, so dour
Landmark their lives in perfect score.
But her smile and her eyes cannot hold us for long
Lovely and ageless though she may be
She will not speak, nor entertain us
Save as brief an eye's rest.
From her no laugh nor word nor song
The stillness holds for eternity
The changeless doll holds little for us
And in time, we will forget.