First, I cannot walk in your shoes, so I won't try to pacify with "oh I understand"...In terms of poetry...I find the stark honesty you relate as chillingly Freudian...the image of the doll edges toward spooky...and please don't take that the wrong way, it is not a crit., I am acting on the feeling and what my mind does with the story here...it is very sad, yes...but there is something Hitchcockian here...sparge, enigmatic while remaining urgent. I hope I have gotten across what I wanted to say, without sounding sappy (too good at that already, I fear.) I liked this and yet it makes me want to give comfort. So often you bravely spill it our, I recognize things I've stepped in too. Best to you...KEEP RELATING! Thanks.

Ah yes, the doll poem. Is this the first part? Pretty sure I read another of yours about a doll. This is really disturbing, like rubbing sandpaper over my brain, but very well expressed. The doll adds a surreal element to it and only increases to the impact of the closure.

...and why not buy a doll...love the pome, of course hate your pain...hugging you from here.