THE GIRL WITH THE DOLL

Lise was playing,

With his doll

It was his favorite toy.

Sitting on the floor

In the center of his room

She liked to make up stories for herself.

She may have had friends,

And no brother and sister.

Only his doll,

Who she was talking to.

It was her grandmother who gave her,

A few years ago.

Since then, they’ve been together.

Because she could listen to him.

She could also move his arms,

To dress him up,

Get her to work.

They were right there,

For both of us.

That was enough for him.