SOFTIE

I discovered you after bathtime one day.

Tugging you from your box was mesmerizing play.

Ripping you to shreds was just the thing to do,

But, since I was wet, you stuck to me like glue.

You were taken from me with sadness in my heart;

My mama stopped me short of my work of art.

Much to my wonderment, Mama decided

YOU, fabulous soft paper, I would be provided.

I could resume this joyful activity

During the day as a one time festivity.

The downstairs was flooded with my laughter,

And I knew I would be given you many times herafter.