Friendship

I once had a bear;

tattered quiet friend.

Years of pulled thread and patchwork fixes.

Oh how I loved my little bear.

Everywhere – to school at home,

whispering secrets never retold.

Perfect despite one eye.

One day I dropped him.

Covered in mud he was tarnished-dirty

Washing never emptied my heart of the stain.

 

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