Gracey
By Hannah C
I remember unpackaging her
Upon my lap now and forever
She may be old
But I don’t care
Gracey is softer then white puffy clouds
Not too strong her brown patches are a flat white
Gracey is sweeter then a lolly
She is made of a tea with 4 sugars
Lying by my side each night
She smells like LOOK perfume,
Her patches were as white as snow from Mount Kosciusko
Rugging up blankets, sheets and more blankets
When I unpacked Gracey,
Her brown patches stand out as much as somebody playing an Electric Guitar
Together we may be forever