Salt Lumps

Our daughter took an unhealthy hue We noticed on a spring sunny morn She had trouble walking sometimes But her doll helped her along Well the doctor suggested something That made us “for goodness sake” She was lacking in her salt pills & could read it on her face
The way home we pondered somberly How to force the pills on her throat Or what words we might say That would turn salt into smiling coax She always had doll arms or head Stuck inside her mouth So when we’d ask her question(s) We’d most always had to shout
Well of course the doll was there It was tall, tall as our darling And one night sewed small pills in fingers That were hidden in mouth come morning The taste wasn’t I think noticed at all But the crunch worried her brow Speaking around the limbs she said how her teeth broke into half now