A life in plastic

The Sun comes up then falls.

The Moon then follows the Sun.

Repeating this process forever.

I will never die,

only sit here on her dresser

until she removes me.

Still I’ll sit

Watching the end of the bed

So she is safe from her demons.

I might be small

But I have determination that no one can match

All for my sweet girl.

I am whole, plastic, but whole.

They can’t even lay a finger on her.

Sometimes she remembers me

She will look at me with her giant eyes,

like a forest.

I remember them well.

The first things I saw when I was freed,

Freed from that horrible ball

The bright orbs I watched as they carefully put me together

Sometimes harsh and frustrated

But sweet and full of love

When she finally got my ears to fit in my head I thought they were going to burst they were so bright

She reminisces with her friends while smiling up at me

The trio

Their trip to the mall that freed me and two others from the machine

They each have another plastic.

One just like me in color

Though different in self,

The other pink and green 

Not blue and red.

We are the plastic trio.

I sit here with objects she hasn’t held in months

But she held me tight

Just a week ago when she was remembering.

Sometimes I see her delicate face look at me,

ME,

With her big brown globes

Little crinkles on the end of them

Her cherry red lips turned upwards

The sweetest thing I will ever see.

So even though I will never die

I will sit here and wait

Peacefully with her smile in my mind