Doll

I don't want to be a doll
but baby you just wind me up
and I go all day long,
smiling talking laughing walking
happy happy me.
At night I miss your hands
on my key.
Smile falters, laughter turns
to wails, movement slows to
a jerky
halt.
My words stutter and stop,
leaving an empty porcelain head.

~January 21, 2010