Belonging To Me

My childhood toy,
Its weary and frayed ends,
Endlessly patted and endlessly shaken,
My soft woollen sheep,
A comfort to me in the night,
Like a light in the silence of charcoal black darkness
Illuminating the way for a lone traveller
The soft brown-black eyes,
Blank and glassy-eyed,
Endlessly staring into nowhere
The stitched mouth and nose,
Scattered with lint from years of handling
The ears that have been rubbed too many times,
A pacifier for a child’s anger or sadness,
Endlessly stroked and cuddled

My childhood treasure & my sheep
Belonging
To
Me