While reading the poem The Gift by Murielle Minard for the first time, I felt angry at first. I was upset at the fact that she was not allowed to play with the doll. If she received the doll as a gift, why can’t she play with it? She was only allowed to hold it in her arms, “…not to disturb its perfection in any way” (Minard, 1984). In my mind, she is a seven year old girl and if she receives a toy as a gift, why can’t she play with it any way she wants? And then, once her mother felt the daughter had played with her doll for an appropriate amount of time, she would, “rewrap it carefully in tissue, put it back into its own long, gray box and place it high on the closet shelf safe from harm” (Minard, 1984). The daughter is not allowed to play with it how she wants or when she wants. While it was frustrating for me to just read about it, one can only imagine how maddening it is for a seven year old girl to be told not to play with her new doll.…