Left on the Shelf

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I’m like the Giving Tree.

Shel Silverstein’s got nothing on me.

Chew me up, spit me out.

I’m yesterday’s gum.

Once “mama” to many,

No longer useful to any.

For years, I stuck around,

Thinking I was wanted and needed.

Like the bear you grew up hugging,

Then placed in a box on the shelf.

Forgotten and forsaken,

I sit on the shelf, collecting dust.

Until you need a special boost,

A reference, a recommendation, an affirmation.

Then, you remember I was always there,

With a hug and a smile just for you.

You come running, come calling,

Hey, “mama” I need you.

My sparkle returns, if only for a few.

I feel needed, feel wanted, if only by you.

I make the call, write the letter,

Thanks, “mama,” you’re the best, I love you.

I love you, too, dear child,

Though you break my heart in two.

I envy your real mom and hope you give her more.

Than the occasional call, the long-forgotten text.

Is this my forever? Is this all I am?

I’m chewed up, spit out.

Just yesterday’s gum.

Use me up, wear me out.

Once "mama" to so many.

No longer special to any.

Still, I'll be here waiting,

For your next call.

I'm like the Giving Tree.

Shel Silverstein’s got nothing on me.

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