Wise eyes now fading,
He is a Cheshire cat frozen in time.
I look at his thread bare face,
And it fills my heart,
Like a wine glass spilling over.
Sitting in the car next to me, safely buckled in,
Watching the scenery out of the dusty window.
And he rides bitch on my rocking horse
As I play the heroic cowgirl.
My words never frighten him;
He absorbs them quietly.
I return from my daily adventures,
And he is there,
A piece of furniture that never moves.
When it’s dark, he is light,
He’s my oldest love,
My Curious George,
Forever my beloved “Georgie.”