Peter Rabbit

Descending through generations you finally reached me.
Fading fur and stains of use —it’s all character to me.

Your soft blue jacket, buttons of yellow
mimic the sky.

I haven’t thought about you in ages.
The memories accompanied by a sigh.

You held me from secrets
when I thought I could conquer the world.

Now I am a puppet of the social standard
when they said no strings attached.

I had momentarily forgotten
about your soft blue cotton

I am more mature today, but when I see you
the memories aren’t so hard to replay.