The Glass Doll - Poem by Melody Bay
I am afraid to hold you;
A fragile glass doll with delicate
Eyes and ears and nose
Nestled in your box of white wispy cotton
You’re beautiful in every angle of
The light, even as it reflects
Off your uneven sides
And fine-hewn features.
Oh God, I want to touch you.
But I daren’t. I don’t want to
Leave my fingerprints on you, and
Much worse, break you.
You’re just sitting there looking up at
Me; sitting in a position that
Displays the intricacy of your tiny arms
And legs, all glass.
God must have made you.
He spent His nights working on you-
Glasses on His head, peering through
The dim light to carve out your
Lovely face, and exquisite body.
But why- why did He make you of such
Of such a material that you are only meant
To be looked upon and admired
And not held by warm human fingers?
I’m gazing down at you in wonder;
And it’s not surprising that you mesmerize
People with your childlike smile.
I so badly want to reach out and pick you
Up. Take you from your nest of cotton wool
Into my warm grasp.
But somehow I do not have the right to.
Perhaps my fingers are too clumsy;
Or that I am not fit to love and cherish you-
Or simply because you refuse to be
Plucked from your white haven
Safe in a box.
So I turn away; you are not meant for the likes
Of me. You belong to God and God only.
Too beautiful for earthly use; too precious
For man-made scratches.
But even as I walk away;
I have left something in there together
With you, to be with you
For all eternity.
It was yours from the very first moment
My eyes fell on you;
My own shattered glass heart.
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