My Favourite Stuffed Ball

I had a blue stuffed ball:
That was more than just a ball,
it was a hall of fame of memories,
memories that made it so tall.

I used to take it everywhere,
to the store or even the mall.
It was my favourite stuffed ball.
But was it the ball or the brawl that was put into it that made me call for more?

Then one day I lost that jewel of mine.
This toy felt like my Achilles heel,
like it was beginning to be unhealthy for me.

The ball felt as soft as a moist sponge,
safe for my clumsy eight year old self.
But now its gone.
So you'll see me crying,
till I get another one from the dollar store..