That worn, stuffed bear you hide -
have not quite thrown away
is more than your childhood
seen through rose-tinted time -
toys that speak,
toys that are talked to,
toys that simply listen
are the mediators between
the wisdom of the animal world
which shares with us, a heart
animals who live a blessed life
only in the present now,
and the wisdom that children bring
from the heaven that lies all about us
in our infancy, as the poet said;
toys are reflectors of our self
that remembered what's our self;
that remember what's our self.
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