i pick up the doll from the floor
don’t tell me to throw her out
don’t you think she’s pretty?
you know i’ve had her forever
her little button of an eye is hanging
clinging to her worn but still smiling face
by a little string
all it takes is a needle
prick your finger
keep sewing, breathe life into her
little ragdoll body
her patchwork clothes were made
with care
by hand
don’t throw it away,
at least recycle the fabric
she will live many different lives