Book Of Poetry

Memories

You know how when people give away toys from their childhood
They say they imagine a kid new adventures a new house
I see an old house dusty cabinets and old stained carpeted floors
The staines match the ones on my stuffed elephant
I see that middle bedroom
And the little girl growing up inside
That same stuffed elephant is there every step of the way
That little girls memories live inside of that elephant
The green grass grows alongside the dandelions
The running, though, those old fields
That backyard
My mud stained dress and ellies now wet fur
The lonesome feeling when ellie was in the dryer
That same feeling returns when I go to give her away
Oh, what I would give for her to stay