
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!
E.T.
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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