Teddy Bear

November 23, 1998

Little ones, every babe, all to your

surprise.

It's a cuddly nose, and soft to the touch,

With welcoming, innocent eyes.

How lovable, how sensible this memorable,

youthful peer.

Carry him softly, wholly and with care,

And he will bundle you with cheer.

Furry features and a kind face, what

child wouldn't want to escape with their

pal to a spectacular dream-time

place.

The gentle thing with fluffy hair

Lying on a bed, a teddy bear;

The other playmates lie simply

floored; all everywhere.

As pretty pinks paint little girls,

Baby dolls and dresses, their ribbons

whirls.

Powder-blue, light and new, tells of a

little boy.

Airplanes and video games are put

aside for one tuft toy.

Shiny cheeks from a toothy smile

After a hug he gave.

From the comfort next to the pillow

Oh, what a timely save.

Cradle that stuffed creature, feel

happiness blend, among

All the toys in the great playroom.

No choice compares, no toy is there

unlike that of a child's first friend.

Note: This piece was inspired by Engene

Fields, poet.

© 1998 Jarrod C. Lacy

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Rime On the World (or a Frothy Ground)

January 5, 1999

When downy flurries have had

their fill of the sky, encased within

a crystalline gleam, then does their

nature heed to the cool command, so

clouds can finally release them,

those excess loose bits of fabrics in

allayed contrast.

Depending upon a place, those soft

tufts sew into winds to intermingle,

forming polar quilts; now our

earth truly lies asleep.

As the fabrics still form, the more

their restfulness becomes the impression

of warmth.

The inches are icily seething, the covers

become more condensed, and as days

pass, many feet will intervene and press them,

then vehicles will thereby crush, swerve by

and mash them during this comatose season;

changing, molding them into a crisp comfort,

a chilling mattress.

© 1999 Jarrod C. Lacy