In which we get into a tight place

At the New York Public Library
I am admiring what they call the real
Winnie the Pooh … also,
Eeyore, Tigger, Kanga and Piglet.

This is not the bear cub
Canadian soldier Harry Colebourn
got at an Ontario train station,
named after his hometown Winnipeg
took to England during World War I,
and left at the London zoo,
for children to hug and ride.

These are the original stuffed toys
AA Milne gave his son
Christopher Robin,
a frequent happy zoo-goer,
and then wrote stories
that have chuckled our hearts
for many years.

My mother used to call herself,
Kanga, and me, Roo,
except on days when she woke me up
looked closely, and said –
“Oh dear, it looks like an Eeyore day.”

I am remembering,
when fifteen girls in blue uniforms,
probably second or third grade,
file in as pairs
to huddle around the glass box
and listen carefully
to the Milne family’s story.

The librarian invites questions,
and one girl eagerly raises her hand,
“I have those stuffed animals.”

I am waiting to hear
what stories she makes up about them,

but instead she was reprimanded –
“that is not a question,
and we do not want to hear any me-too.”

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4 Responses to In which we get into a tight place

  1. Rosalie Sugrue says:

    To quote Eeyore, “A little consideration, a little thought for others, makes all the difference.”

  2. Maren says:

    Oh, yes, indeed!!!

  3. nanrockwell says:

    The photo is so, so wonderful. As is the poem. I still have my childhood books, which I knew by heart then – and they show that devotion in their worn pages. – Nancy

  4. Maren says:

    I have mine as well — just the first and Now we are six!

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