Frayed threads frame your face
Your loving button eyes are starting to come off
Your soft brown fur stained with apple juice and mud
You smell of love:
A mixture of goldfish and tears
You wait on the bed all day
You hear everything, so many stories to tell
And no one to tell them to
Until the creak of a door invites a little boy in
And in that moment
Though your once perfect grin is falling apart
You never fail to make a child smile on a rainy day
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your vision, your voice