I am becoming an apple face doll;
age is carving its time on my cheeks,
lines, spots, map my face
and declare the arrival of wisdom
or foolery, depending on one’s
point of view.
I easily relinquish the role
of damsel for crone for there
are secrets one gains with time.
I know now how to savor life,
putting aside dramas–mine and
others, for the sweet serenity
and gratitude that only time bestows.
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I loved these dolls when I was a child…actually, I still do although have not made them in years. Here is how they are made:






