My Bear

My bear is from London and not hand made
It’s been all over the world on a long adventure
Holding many secrets and much love
Memories from when I was young.
The flavour of creamy vanilla
It’s fur as white as pure snow.
My bear takes me to a world of magic
A magic as special as time itself,
It’s as soft as the soft grass.
It’s on my bed waiting for me to get home.