The Anchor of a Childhood Toy

In the quiet box, or on the dusty shelf,
The childhood toy, a silent, soft embrace.
A teddy bear, a part of my own self,
An anchor to a long-forgotten place.

Its worn-out fur, a comfort to my hand,
Its button eye, a gaze so kind and true,
A constant link to childhood's gentle land,
And all the innocence I once knew.

It felt the tears, the joys, the whispered fears,
The playful games, beneath a sunlit sky,
A silent witness, through the passing years,
To dreams that blossomed, never truly die.

It holds the essence of a simpler time,
The fundamental comfort, deep and vast,
A gentle echo of a sweet, sublime,
And cherished past, designed to truly last.

It saw the world through wide, unblinking eyes,
The magic found in every passing day,
The tender lullabies, the softest sighs,
And every secret whispered in its way.

This childhood toy, a silent, steadfast friend,
A constant reminder of a love so deep,
A gentle presence, to the very end,
The silent promises our spirits keep.

It symbolizes home, a deep, abiding grace,
A timeless comfort, in its steady glow,
The very essence of this cherished place,
Where peace and innocence will ever flow.

- Khushi Kaul