The Day Yana Went Shopping Poem by Mark Heathcote

Yana saved all her birthday money and went shopping, momma, I want a doll. Then Yana, I shall take you to the toy shop in Posyet harbour. No momma, I want an old doll… A frayed and worn-out doll; one that has been loved & needs loving again. Momma, yes, my child, momma I want us to make her a new dress. Lots and lots of new dresses, lots… Then Yana dear takes my hand, I think I know just the place to put a smile on your pretty 7yr old face.
Taking a right and then a left down this narrow, steep cobbled street: Yana followed her momma Svetlana Osborn down into the harbour seafront and to a little blue doorway. Its locket said Yana, nervously, no silly it's just stuck give it a good old push use your shoulder put your back into it. Yana pushed as Svetlana had instructed and sure enough, it opens. Is it a sea treasure shop momma, yes Yana it is a sea treasure, shop, full of old unloved things needing to be loved again? Ooh, I like all the china teacups and the hats on the hatstand. But where are all the dolls? Yana dear, go look under the stairs.
Momma, look, there's a dolls house, here! Yes, Yana that's right, dear! Yana went snooping around.
Beneath the cobwebs like small fishing nets hung to catch children may be. Momma, I think I've found her. The good child brings her to the window and shows me what you've found. Momma, she spoke to me that is how I found her. Shush child it was only the seagulls lets take her home to see papa.
But momma she did she spoke to me, shush child it was only the wind in the attic.
Papa! Papa looks what I've bought she's my very own and she talks to me. Does she, said Viktor leaves her with me Yana whilst I clean my pipe and return your coat to the closet? Viktor picked her up and turned her over. Do you mind, sir! Said a voice small as a mouse. Do you mind, sir! Do you mind, sir!
Viktor shouted get this here creature out of my house.