My Buddy Bailey

Once upon a time, many years ago,
I had a toy named Bailey, he was basically my shadow.
Everywhere I went, he would go too.
Daycare, shops, holidays and even the loo.

Cute and small was Bailey, he offered endless cuddles.
He went through many things, falling in food, mud and puddles.

Adventures we took,
Memories we made,
Secrets we shared,
Games we played.

Brown and creamy, cuddly and dreamily.
Independent but loyal, poor but royal.
Sitting while pleading, caring and needing.
Ferocious but cute, loud but mute.

Fast forward a few years and here I am,
I've left behind Barbie, Polly Pocket and green eggs and ham.
But now when I see Bailey sitting on my shelf,
I think of memories, love and myself.