A Living Doll

I used to play with dolls Long ago, in another century I fed them mud pies Brushed their hair Washed their little clothes Counted their fingers and toes They entertained themselves I'd park them on a bench Or any handy surface They were user friendly Not like real babies Dolls aren't good training for those I did alright with the real one Never dropped her or stepped on her Never went to jail Can't pry her off me now Can't unglue the maternal glue that's blood The dolls paid their dues And now she looks toward other days Where I'll not be allowed trespass But she always turns up again She remembers where she came from.