This is my stuff toy, alive.
A stuffed toy who have been there for me thru a period of tears
A stuffed toy given and deeply loved

Now its leather nose has been scratched away
Its fur cloth not as soft as it used to be
But still those beaded black eyes
- those caring and hopeful beaded black eyes -
Gives me a reminder of warmth and what home must feel like

This stuffed toy, alive
Given 9 years in the past
Surviving and living…
As if sent to watch over me