Among those stuffed bears...

The room was stacked full

With plushies and teddies

Googly eyes staring blankly

All to one direction of the door.

As if in anticipation to be loved

Or in hopes for a getaway far.

My eyes scanned those faces

Cuddly and delightful for toddlers

Pinks, blues, hues of rainbow

Soft, furry and comforting to innocence.

Commodities that replace folks

Or at times can provide some recess.

Again and again I swept through them

For something was amiss amongst

This assortment of stuffed animals

Adorning a child's play room.

As if on cue, a pair of eyes, not googly

Stared deep into my soul eerily.

There amidst those wide eyed bears

Bolstered as if on a mantel , was a head

That unblinkingly scowled at my soul

Mocking me to accept the inevitable.

As if breaking off from a solid stupor

I realized! , staring into my own eyes.