There comes a time when girls grow up,

When they drop their toys and pick up make up.

It’s a time to say good bye to their dolls,

And run with their friends around malls.

But before I stuff my Barbie away,

I want to reflect on how I played,

She wasn’t just a toy with hair,

She was a person, I believed her name was Clare.

Clare was the most incredible fabrication

And it was all because of my im...

Time to let go. “I had a great time seeing you tonight,” he said as he cusp the chin of his oldest daughter with his soft cushioned hands. “You don’t know how long I’ve longed to see you again.”

It had been 27 years since he last saw her. Tears swelled in his daughters eyes and her father begun to see the reflections of the street lights in her eyes.

“Dad, I’m—“

“No need. I know.”

With that the ...