Left at an orphanage in my home country
by my unknown birth parents,
I awaited the day I finally met you.
I was around the age of one
and you were a few years older.
Once I had your tightly stitched body
through my fragile stubby fingers
I knew you would be of the most importance
over the years to come.
Allowing your aroma
to completely fill my nose.
Intertwining your thin woven fabric
between each of my fingerlings
every night before drifting into a dream.
You are now lost somewhere on this greedy earth,
never to be cuddled again,
but happily forever with me at night
during each nightmare.