You bought me so long ago, I can barely remember.<\/p>\n
I sat in a box, soft and dark, until early December.<\/p>\n
The lights were so bright, the people all so thrilled.<\/p>\n
I was pleased, too, my purpose finally fulfilled.<\/p>\n
I rested on his hand, warm and shaking with pride.<\/p>\n
(But in just a few years, that warmth would subside.)<\/p>\n
He built you a chair, and I got hit with a screw.<\/p>\n
It left quite the dent, but I protected him for you.<\/p>\n
I clanked against bottles whenever he drank.<\/p>\n
Those warm hands grew cold, and my hopeful heart sank.<\/p>\n
I remember the feel of your cheek on my skin.<\/p>\n
That was the night the policemen barged in.<\/p>\n
He threw me away, but you picked me back up.<\/p>\n
You cradled me softly like a frightened young pup.<\/p>\n
I’ve sat in the box for years, now, I think.<\/p>\n
I’m losing all hope and mourning my chink.<\/p>\n
But look! There you are! Smiling and crying.<\/p>\n
Yes, I do believe this man is worth trying.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And here, on his hand, I’ve perched for ages.<\/p>\n
I feel a small giggle as he turns the pages<\/p>\n
of a little girl’s book, the ink bright and new.<\/p>\n
I can’t keep from thinking, “She looks just like you!”<\/p>\n
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