I’m a baby anvil.
My home a narrow shelf.
In a far distant city;
My mother was an elf.
One day she came and got me,
And sent me far away,
To a far distant city.
The place I could not say.
For days I traveled, lonely,
Packaged in a box,
Surrounded by that popcorn.
To me they felt like rocks.
Today I found my new home.
The guy gave me a smile.
At last, at last, I’m happy,
For now I live in style!
(March 2005)