Saturday, August 17, 2013

Matilda

A first bear is a confusing thing.
When you find it twenty years later,
And it almost fits in the palm of your hand.
The first bear is for the time
When it doesn't look much smaller than you.
I don't know how long mine was my favorite toy,
Because I don't remember a time
When it was a relevant part of my life.
The musical movement still works,
It just doesn't sing to me anymore.

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