Hours to days

A sad poem, that made me cry for reasons that people will understand. If their heart is open enough to understand whose point of view it is.

Down from an Ivory,
To an ebony,
Whats this feeling?
From seconds
To minutes
Why's is it cold all of the sudden?
Minutes
To hours.
Whats this longing?
Hours
To days!
Whats taking so long?
Days
To months.
Where are you?
Months
To years!
What happened?
Down from Ivory
To an ebony.
You left me behind.
Never touched me.
Never looked at me.
I aged, and aged.
Till at one point.
You found me.

You had been busy,
Very busy.
You introduced me,
Too your son.
He talked to me,
Played with me.
And for the first time.
I felt,
Alive!

For years I was locked on a shelf,
For months I worried,
For days I shook
For hours I waited,
For minutes I hoped,
For seconds...
I was scared.
But this child. This drooling, small child,
Gave me hope again.
Even with my old fur.
You accepted me.

But... I understand.
If you don't want me anymore.
But If you ever need me.
I'll be here.
I'll be waiting.