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Here I lay under her bed,

Amongst the boxes and the toys,

I think of how it used to be,

Back then without the boys,

When she would sit and play with me,

For hours and hours on end,

She'd always sit and talk to me,

Tell me I was her best friend,

When I used to sit upon her bed,

Instead of being below it,

Those were the best days I ever had,

But then I didn't know it.

I think back to the days,

Before she left for school,

Before the makeup, dates, and guys,

Before breaking all the rules,

Now it seems my days are over,

That my use has been used up,

I lay here longing for those days,

For teddy bears and tea cups,

But as I lay here thinking this,

A hand slips under the bed,

I realize it's one of the hands that loved me so,

That used to caress my head.

As she holds me in her hands,

She smiles slightly at the memory,

Of days long gone and passed,

Of swinging beneath the trees,

She packs me in a cardboard box,

With some other old things,

And sits me out inside her car,

As a lullaby she sings,

The last thing that I hear,

Before the lid is closed,

Is a faint whisper of "Soon,

Another will have you to hold,"

The next thing that I know,

I'm in the arms of a new little girl,

Someone else to love me,

Someone else who cares in this world,

I'll never forget my mommy,

It was this little girl she was thinking of,

I'll always be grateful to her,

For giving me another to love.



~Inspired by Star Trek: DS9, if you can believe that~ (More proof that inspiration can come from strange places.)