Here
is a little story about the first bear I made two and half years ago.
I have still him at home with me because I don't want to part with him.
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| You are my very first born...
crocheted from a curly,
sweet ball of wool.
I shaped your little face
and gave you feet to trot along. |
What?
You hide?
You little devil
of the long cold
evenings! |
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Aha, you're there
trying to leave my hands...
Would you have
the desire to escape?
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But I hold you
a little bit more,
just to have another
of your caresses... |
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And oops!
You stretch out completely,
from unfolded arms
to rascal paws.
Ready to jump now,
aren't you? |
Stay just a little longer.
Maybe, I'll let you
slide down... |
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Or else... yes, that's it.
I put you down
and let you try being alone.
Simply to see
what you are able to do... |
But what's that?
Would you be shy?
You want to play hide-and-seek
and see which of us
can catch the other ...
or who knows how to hide better?
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Surely I am the one,
your maker from whose
hands you sprung.
You seem to be living
from stories I imagine for you.
The whims of my eye
don't see you
as still and passive.
I want to give you more temperament...
Go on! You could say, thank you! Tell me you love me, too!
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Come on!
Come back to my hand.
Follow me another
part of the way,
or else,
share some tenderness... |
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From an offered hand
to an offered paw,
we'll stay a bit longer,
closer to one another.
Come one!
Jump to my hand,
I want to feel your light weight and hold your slender shape.
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Yes, this is how
I like to hug you...
when you look at me lovingly
and a little astonished
while also, bemused.
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Let me thank you
and give you a handful
of tickles...
I feel you laughing
and you love it! |
I give you a kiss...
to turn you into a real live cub
who tricks me at nightfall.
Don't forget your childish dreams.
Keep thinking of the
happy, smiling world
of innocence ! |