Just two dollars

It was at a second-hand spring fair
When I first saw it, with other unwanted objects
Without a second glance,
I took it and lay it in my hands.
Feeling its soft
once creamy white fur.
I instantly wanted it.

“Two dollars”, the parent said.
My mum reached for her wallet.
I brushed my face
against its face
and felt the warmth
perhaps it was the sun that shone
against this fluffy cloud,
or maybe it was the feel of safetiness.

It’s been six years now,
Its fur a faded light brown,
Its button on its belly worn out.

But its bow in its ear stull has
a bright red colour of love
Its face of loose strings
still happy and cheerful.

My teddy is a sister
I grew up with,
Comforting me when I’m down
Playing with me
When I was little.
But to you,
It’s just two dollars.