Collector's Item
I watch you sleep in my bed tonight and wonder,
What am I going to do with you?
I could put you on the shelf
where I have put the ones before you.
No, dust does not suit you.
I could place you under the glass with Mother's thimbles.
No, there are no pricking needles.
Maybe in the book with Daddy's stamps.
No, age won't turn your corners up.
I remind myself that you are a man,
not a neglected doll.
Why didn't I think that with the others?
I left them to rest there.
One day they were just gone.
I never thought much about it.
I think you might be different.
-Heather McChesney
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