Goldie

(For Emily, my Muse)

When they first meet Goldie,
Most people don’t think much.
She’s just a cute stuffed childish toy,
And when you call, won’t budge.

But there are some among us,
I’m very sure we’re few.
Who see beyond her stuck still paws,
And take a different view.

We don’t believe it’s Goldie’s work,
To run or bark or swim.
Instead her job’s to show us how,
To see what lies within.

Our hardened hearts, our frozen souls,
Are warmed by Goldie’s glance.
Her glinting eyes light up the sky,
And give us all the chance.

To let her power flow through our veins,
And feel its strength reduce our pains.
Until at last, the child remains,
As wiser fools look on in vain.

And they might feel superior,
Convinced that their exterior,
Reflects a smart interior,
But we will know, yes, we will know.

Yes, we will know.

That when we first met Goldie,
It was a special day.
And we should thank the stars on high,
For sending her our way.

(17.09.23)