Plastic Eyes

Every night it is the same;
I love yous leave her lips,
She rolls over to her right side,
Keeping him blind to the tears;
That spill down her face.

Every day it is the same;
Early in the morning,
She traverses downstairs,
Positive that no one else is there,
Snags a cup of coffee,
Opens her book,
And takes in the silence,
Of actually being alone.

When she first arrived,
She took me out of her bag,
and placed me atop of this shelf,
Where my view is always of her.

Every night it is the same pillowtalk;
I miss my mother,
I miss my sisters,
I miss my brother,
I miss my grandparents,
My Aunts,
My Uncles.

And every night he reacts the same:
He pulls her close and whispers,
If I could change that,
If I could bring them closer to you,
If I could stop the tears spilling down,
If I could make that smile real,
Don't think that I wouldn't.
If it came down to the choice,
of your happiness or mine,
You know I'd always choose yours first.

And when she thinks she's alone;
I'd like to let her know she's not;
To reach a soft hoof out and,
wipe away her sadness,
Like he does with her tears.

Up here from my perch,
I can hear the music that,
blasts in her ears,
and from watching her face,
I can tell it does not help.

I remember the days,
When she would grab my
Brown and yellow spotted body,
and spill her tears and fears,
into the long neck of mine.

Laying there alone on the bed,
she glances up at me and whispers:
You are all I have.

{Would like to know your guesses as to whose view it is. :) }