The Perfect Doll

    Mr.Shopkeeper! I love your dolls. They have many sizes. Big and small.

    I want one to go with me. Mr.Shopkeeper! One doll, please.

    You hold up a doll of plastic and show, she looks just like me, but with a big bow.

    Thank you sir, but this isn't for me. I don't like bows or socks on the knees.

    You hand me a doll of cotton and show, she looks just like me. Yes. Yes, I know.

    Thank you sir, but that's still not for me. Let me look around and see what I see.

    I see a doll; In that box, down the hall.

    It's labeled "Trash" but I can see; He is the perfect doll for me.

    Skin of porcelain and one eye gone. One eye brown. His hair is blond.

    All I have is this token. "You don't want him." You say, "He's broken."

    I see the hole and cracks that stain, but also the smile and and colors that remain.

    Don't fix him. I'll take him and leave your antique, with a smile on my face and a doll that's unique.