A childhood friend of mine

She’s tattered but well-loved,
up;
been stitched
again
and
again;
lint gathering up on her pink, delicate satin collar.

Her soft, silken toe
like a baby polar bear’s fur.
Her flowered gown reminds me of a spring meadow
with baby animals happily frolicking through it.

Whenever I sleep, her shining blue eyes never close,
staring into lost darkness
The saline smell on her pink nightcap flies
through the air as play with her.
She has comforted me in rain thunder and storms.

A childhood friend of mine.