As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]

The Little, Blue Elephant

In a desolate room,
A room in which I don't inhabit,
Lives a blue plush elephant.
It's fur is matted from age,
But still, I instantly want to bring it into a close embrace.

It's eyes are dark beads,
But they show childlike innocence,
Just as I was, once.

It continues to sit on that bed,
Watching as the world goes by.
When it is visited,
It is loved dearly,
And heald very close.

This worn, blue elephant,
Brings me joy when I see its face.
I hold it dear,
Close to my heart,
For it is a part of the foundation
Of my childhood.

So, let the worn blue elephant be cherished,
Be known;
May its comfort never end.