The Toy Maker
In the mansion in the east
There is a toy maker.
He is a widower,
Caring for two young girls.
He creates dolls for his daughters
Out of love and stitches;
Dolls of people he has seen
In his days as a traveller.
Where did he go?
What did he experience?
Only his dolls could tell you that.
But alas, they could not talk of course.
So his daughters began to create
Stories of incredible power.
Stories of magic,
All using the dolls that their father made.
But those dolls were not ordinary.
They were enchanted
By the spirit of their mother
Who was a fortune teller.
But that, of course, they did not know.
So the tales they spun using the dolls
Became incredible adventures elsewhere.
Where is elsewhere, you ask?
Well, if I told you,
It wouldn’t be a secret anymore,
Kodi. J on 25 October, 2020
Such a wonderful poem! I like to write books and usually I write poems. But this is just WOW. Good job!
Reihaneh on 30 May, 2020
Wow, so amazing. I like it, thanks.
Penny Dreadful on 26 May, 2018
An adorable tale perfect to curl up with on this rainy day. Thanks for making me smile!
Regan on 3 June, 2015WOW!! That was amazing, I love that story so much, it gave me goosebumps it was that good! Amazing job Ashley
T.T on 15 February, 2015Wow. That's really well written!
lucy on 18 March, 2014Wow, your poem is really beautiful
Ophelia on 3 February, 2014Wow, this is really interesting and well written, It feels like you put a lot of hard work into it and it really paid off.