For my father, who knew. I am never old enough Enveloped in your big gentle hands I had seen my world for the first time Had smelled that familiar fragrance of your being And had heard the beating of your heart All I knew my world was that Your hands my father and your beautiful scent The familiarity of your voice and The...
As a child I was addicted to dolls and doll houses, my cousins weren't any different..... We would sit together hours making fabric dolls and would sew black eyes for them and sometimes put round mirrors for their faces. We would arrange weddings of our dolls and sing songs at the top our lungs.... In those days of dolls and In those days...
