George Henry

In my room there is a person
A person wrapped in fur
Love has given him a soul, a heart, a home, a presence, a worth
A worth far more than that of diamonds or the golden lilies that grow in the gardens of giants

In my room there is a friend
A friend whose coat is salty with tears from the times when the stars didn't shine
His eyes sparkle with the sweet memories of continuing years
And a crooked smile that has warmed a thousand broken hearts

In my room there is a brother
A brother never had
His fur once soft, been weathered, roughed by the world
From imagination’s adventures and lives

In my room there is a guardian
A guardian with a shield made from steel
With feathered wings, soft like autumn leaves
We search the clouds for adventure leaving the stone cold of the ground behind us

In my future, there is a little bear
He’s smiling, waving, encouraging me
He’ll be there when I need him most
A little bear named George Henry