THE TOYS WERE ALL TALKING

I WOKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT,
TO THE MOST UNUSUAL SIGHT,
MY TOYS WERE ALL TALKING,
YOU SHOULD HAVE HEARD WHAT THEY SAID,
AS I LAY HERE PEEKING FROM THE COVERS OF MY BED...

THE WHISPERS, THE GIGGLES, WHAT DID THEY SAY,
I CAN'T QUITE HEAR THEM, OVER HERE WHERE I LAY,
I POKED OUT MY HEAD SO THAT I COULD SEE,
A LITTLE BIT BETTER, WHAT ALL THIS COULD BE...

MY DOLLY AND SOLDIER WERE SPEAKING , I PEERED,
AS MY TEDDY BEAR LEANED CLOSER SO HE COULD HEAR,
WHAT'S GOING ON, WHAT SHOULD I DO,
THE JACK IN THE BOX HAD WONDERED THAT TO...

THE TOYS WERE ALL TALKING, HOW COULD THIS BE,
I JUST COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT I HAD SEEN,
THEY ARE ALL ONLY WOOD, STUFFING AND THREAD,
AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT LYING HERE IN MY BED...
THE BALL AND GIRAFFE, THEY'RE IN ON IT TOO,
I WONDERED NOW WHAT, NOW WHERE, NOW WHO,
AND THEN MY DRUM WHISPERED SOMETHING TO MY SHOES...

I HEARD THEM THIS TIME, I KNOW THAT I DID,
AS THE ELEPHANT IN MY TOY BOX SLOWLY OPENED THE LID,

SHHHHHH, BE QUIET, MY PARENTS WILL HEAR,
THEY ARE IN THE NEXT ROOM, THEY ARE VERY NEAR...

DON'T LET THEM HEAR YOU,
DON'T LET THEM SEE,
THAT ALL OF MY TOYS ARE TALKING TO ME...

WITH CONFUSION I WATCH AS I SEE THEM PLAY,
I LEANED A BIT CLOSER AND THIS I HEARD THEM SAY,
WE LOVE YOU SWEET NESSY, AND THE WAY THAT YOU CARE,
THE WAY THAT YOU HOLD US AND BRUSH OUR HAIR...

MY TOYS ARE ALL TALKING,
BUT I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS,
AS I WAKE UP FROM A MOST WONDERFUL DREAM,
I LOVE ALL MY TOYS, AND THEY LOVE ME TOO,
BUT ALL THAT TALKING AND GIGGLING,
WHAT WILL I DO?

BY: JOYCE MOUNTAIN LION
1989
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This poem is dedicated to my daughter Vannessa Evening Dove Kozic, who gave me the inspiration for this story, with her wonderful imagination and endless hours of joyful play with her dolls and toys. May she forever keep her youthful thoughts and playful personality.


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