Toy Maker
Here I sit
waiting for my toy maker
to take me from his shelf.
He will wind me up
and set me into motion.
I will be posed and pulled.
I will tilt my head and smile.
Or turn around and cry.
Just as my toy maker commands.
I could have been
a racecar driver, astronaut
or soldier; and set myself in motion.
But my toy maker made me a fine
and fragile, dainty doll.
So her I sit and wait,
until my toy maker
takes me from the shelf,
and sets me into motion.
