Lucy

Shake, shake, shake
Wondering what's inside
One thing; what is it?
Finally a soft, silky feeling of Joy.
Light as a feather being lifted,
Up and out comes a pony as good as anyone’s.
Years pass
Blink, blink, blink
Trying to think of a name
Abby, Tom, Tina...
Finally I come to a decision: Lucy.
Other year goes by,
Finding a hole it's sad
We can heal the soul with the sewing machine
Powerful and in the light of joy fixed.
Lost and found,
Sad dark days may come and go
Happy times come when you are rediscovered under the bed.