day eleven: That toy made of rubber

that toy made of rubber
a little cartoon girl
arm outstreched

upon discovery
of her forgotten toy
her face filled
with recognition
she reached
in excited disbelief
pulled it
from the drawer
as if they were
waiting for each other
she studied it
eyes lingering
where the paint
was still faded
from years ago
ran her fingers
gently across it
the texture sent messages
all was safe
as before
it had survived
as had she

the day was spent
in similar recognition
re-discoveries
throughout the old house
objects
mirrors
creaks
the years had gone fast
and within that time
millions of miles
was now
behind her

parents old
slow
but happy
comfortable
still in love
talking, laughing
in the next room
house worn
but still sturdy
all around her
was remembered
easily
but was ripe for
rediscovery

from that
simple rubber toy
memories
triggered
real happiness
filled her heart
with joy

and as i watched
from a close distance
still in love with her
it brought me
joy
too