Toy Joy

Peacock Poetry

At the ripe old age of 44, I no longer possess many of my childhood items with the exception of my 40 year old E.T. who still has a very special place in my heart. Good old E.T. has survived countless house moves (once even being rescued by the skin of his teeth from my buyer’s loft) and reminds me of innocence, wonder and a childlike sense of limitless possibility. No need to phone home when he’s around!


Was four when you gave him to me

I’ve always held on to ET

For though he’s old and quite threadbare

and his two scratched blue eyes do stare

He is a part of who I am

My childhood and where I began

and even now when him I squeeze

The reassurance comes with ease

For he reminds me of the sense

Of hope and love and innocence

Of times when…

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