My Bear
By Jake G
Grandmother gave it to me when I was born
The memory of my long lost Grandmother
Captured in a rugged sheet of fur.
Every time I look at my bear
It tells a different story, a new story
Through its eyes, nose and coat.
Its fur was once milky white
And its nose of brown leather as dark as chocolate.
The golden-brown ribbon grasps
Our relationship tighter than ever before.