The Doorstop

We bought a doorstop today, For our great-grandson Noah It was in the shape of a Giraffe One like I've never seen before. This doorstop had an attitude, He had a cheeky grin, His eyes were bright as buttons They sucked us in. I picked up the cute giraffe, He looked adorable We began to laugh, Its presence was ignorable. We both smiled broadly, I was still cuddling the giraffe, It became infectious, Other shoppers smiled as they passed. You're in your second childhood, Said my husband tenderly, I never left my first one It's a place I choose to be. It is a happy place Without responsibility, A place we can play all day, Together you and me. As I sit here writing, This useless little rhyme, That perky little giraffe, Has been with me all the time. It seems ridiculous To think of this stuffed little thing. Can raise a person's spirits, And for a while, make sad hearts sing!