Gypsy

Gypsy

Plucked for a quarter
from a flea market stall
an unwanted toy, an unloved doll
a surrogate daughter.


I made her dresses
from fine vintage linens.
Bright, silken ribbons
I twined in her tresses.


Two anklets I fashioned
with small bells of silver
for my iconic seeker
of wildness and passion.


I christened her Gypsy,
in Italian, Zingaro
for a zingy Madonna
was what I longed to be.


In Heaven it is said
we all shall be mystics.
Here on Earth, let's be gypsies
till we come to our end.