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Sharing Mr. Teddy
Caught in baby’s neck creases, clinging to Grandpa’s cuff,
escaped from Mr. Teddy are these little bits of fluff.
These airborne little clumps of fuzz go anywhere they please.
They catch in Daddy’s nose hairs, causing him to sneeze.
They wind up in the pancakes–an artistic swirl of blue.
A few of them are tracked outside under Billy’s shoe.
When he climbs onto the school bus, they go along with him,
and everywhere that Mommy goes, to grocery store or gym,
a piece of Teddy comes along to be left behind
somewhere in the wide wide world, but he doesn’t mind.
He has so many fluffy parts that he can share a few.
And when you come to visit, you can take some home with you!!
The prompt today was fluff.
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I found this much-played-with doll of my youth stuffed into a suitcase at my niece’s house. She had found it in my sister’s attic. I thought it had been lost forty years ago when a tornado hit my parent’s house. Unbeknownst to me, my sister had removed our old toys before the tornado hit. She’s a bit the worst for wear after being played with by two more generations of little girls after me, but her hair, in time’s dreadlocks, looks more up to date than her former perfect curls.
“Juguetes”–Shannon’s Creative Photo Challenge/Games
“Jugetes” is Spanish for “Games,” and I made this retablo to honor all the favorite games of the past. Perhaps you’ll recognize the little numbers game, where we had to shuffle the tiles within a set frame to get all the numbers into sequence, or a harmonica, games pieces from different games including Monopoly and Scrabble, a toy duck, doll, toy boat, a guitar, toy horse, dice, toy car, soccer ball, paint and marbles. The star shapes are cut from a plastic Slinky toy made in the shape of stars. I was very happy to see this prompt, Shannon. Thanks so much!
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He handed it to me without ceremony—a small leather bag, awl-punched and stitched together by hand. Its flap was held together by a clasp made from a two fishing line sinkers and a piece of woven wax linen. I unwound the wax linen and found inside a tiny wooden heart with his initials on one side, mine on the other. A small hole in the heart had a braided cord of wax linen strung through that was attached to the bag so that the heart could not be lost. He had woven more waxed linen into a neck cord. I was 39 years old when he gave me that incredible thing I never thought I would receive: his heart—as much of it as he could give. Continue reading