Well, life is a process. Can be ever growing. Never the same.Its upon us as to how we treat it. Its not the life which gives. It demands. We ought to give.

Interesting poem, I never thought of a doll that way, staying the same as their owners grow...and witnessing all their secrets. Creepy

Radiates with a tremendous sadness and longing to go back to the way things were before boys or whatever. Haunting piece of writing.

Multi-layered in time, events. But trust me, the face changes. It's one of the laws of the universe. And there is more to say about how the face changes than we initially think. I am left wondering about the cellophane cage, I'm going to have to give that some thought. So much packed into this piece, so thought provoking!

I see regret in this piece. A culmination of "I wish", "if only", and "what if". The sad realization that what you got and thought was important --may not have been what you wanted. Sad little verse.

I love the premise of this poem, yet I feel compelled to peel off layers and look deeper; the doll's perspective, her sorrow of abandoned friendship is intriguing. Flows exceptionally well too.