My Childhood

The look of my childhood,
The smell of childhood,
The feel of my childhood,
is in this object,
the home-like smell it possess,
the worn-out look it possess,
the soft-feel it possess,
is in this object.
It's seen nearly every place I've seen,
and held me through every bad day,
and every happy one.
It used to hold me in my sleep,
But now it just watches over me,
making sure I'm doing alright