The Bridge

The walkway

Into adulthood

Is narrow.

Dolls

Are realistically

Replaced by other

More important interests

Like clothes and boys

And the world's news

My thoughts wander

Throughout the days

From dressing up dolls

To admiring boys

And dream

Of becoming

Someone's doll.

Soon, too soon

I'll be too old

To be a child

I am looking forward

But I'll miss

Just sitting

In the back yard

Under the maple tree

Playing.

by

Arlyn I. Edelstein