Rag Doll

Rag Doll

Squinting in concentration, after many futile attempts,

She threaded the needle,in triumph,

Selected the pieces from her work basket ,a few

And with trembling fingers began to sew

A snip of gingham,a calico or two

Perhaps a little muslin too,

Watching her every move,

A little girl sat beside,

Her eyes ,expectant and wide

"What do you make grandma ?",in a hushed whisper she did ask,

The old lady ,slowly looked up from her task,

Looked into the bright eager face and smiled

"Magic my child , magic ", she replied.

--Shubha