More Than Just a Bear

Standing there upon a desk, in its velvet throne.
It watches all the time pass by
As people leave this world.

Its owners passing on was grave, many tears were shed.
Though one girl was smiling,
Through all the sorrow, smiling.

She knew her Granny would want her to smile
Through all the troubles she faced,
For everywhere she went
Her granny would follow.

Though not in her own body, but in a small bear.
Hanging in the air around her neck,
Never leaving the place of love.

Within the bear’s rusted body,
Many secret are held,
Both happy and sad.

And as the girl, now all grown up,
Closes the velvet box.
She looks up and smiles,
Her Granny would be happy.