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The time is getting away from me these days.  As I look around the studio, I see the newest brood waiting patiently….

art dolls in progress with taxidermy bird feet on studio table unpainted

The Dolls Who Wait

a poem by Stefanie Vega

…We’re left to wait without a word,
Unfinished and undressed.
But abandoned feelings are absurd,
Because we know we’re blessed.

The time will come when we’ll be made,
But the hours are so long.
And though our plans are all well laid,
The urge to cry is strong.

And so we wait our makers hand,
Whose majik will create
Our journey into story-land…
Where it all is worth the wait.