Whiskers' Memories

Good morning everyone,
I hope my daugher, Dragonfly doesn't mind. This was written my her, for me for mother's day. The date was May 14, 2000.

Sometimes a bunny is more than a bunny.

Most look and see something
old, a worn and ragged
rabbit named Whiskers who doesn't
actually have any whiskers.
His stuffing migrates
to his feet and he is beyond
needing a bath.

But he is not just fabric
and fur, He whispers
without speaking, hugs without
moving, loves without a beating
heart. Without a mouth
he smiles. And even in the dark,
you see.

Thanks Dragonfly. What a wonderful memory you have given me of Whiskers. He will live in my heart forever and this poem will too.