There is this pair that I do see
Each morning, smiling back at me
We three have greeted every dawn
Practically since I was born.
We are old friends the three of us
And no one ever makes a fuss,
Their clothes look worn and faded too
But just like me, their hearts are true.
There is one plus I don’t possess
They’ve candied hearts within their chests
Now that may not mean much to you
But that’s one way to not feel blue.
Sometimes I wish that I might be
Like those ragdolls, emotion free !
Claire V. Bogdanos 