I wasn’t sure of you at first. Your bulk seemed too much for our little living space, your utility not yet discovered. I thought you would be gone before the end of the week.
I was wrong.
Too soon, Manly developed colic. I rocked and rocked but could not console. I passed him off to Mr. B. His patience worn thin, he placed Manly inside your welcoming arms.
He was asleep within seconds.
This seemed a minor fluke, so we tried again the next night. You succeeded in proving us wrong.
From that time forward, you rocked Manly. He slept without interruption for hours at a time. You became our beacon of sleep.
All too soon you showed your weakness: batteries. With your life slowly dwindling, I slept on the couch, manually pushing the swing. The batteries needed to bring electric juices in your weary body were put at the top of our grocery list. With life restored, you resumed your place as Manly’s bed.
When Manly’s colic diminished, I took over, thinking I could do better. Now, my tired eyes look over your shiny, metallic skin. I think pleasureful thoughts of sleep filled nights.
I know I have neglected you, but I promise to do better. If I buy you batteries, will you be mine again?