How much is that doll mummy?
My daughter’s face
is pressed against the shop window
wistfully gazing at an untouchable princess.
Far, far too much of course

On her birthday I feel sad
anticipating disappointment
at the ragdoll in cute fleece clothes I made

She tears it open and her face
shines with joy in the blush of sunrise
She hugs it tightly
You can’t cuddle princesses after all.