My First Gift

I was so joyful,
that moment lit me up.
Crying in a hospital bed,
red, bloody.

I was happy
such an impact
on my life
best confusion ever.

Hanging, wounded.
Last threads could explain her life.
The thing means the world to me.
Powerful, bound by memories.

Light
hero
cute, dying.
Memories never die?

Old and crimply.
I won't have that bear, forget about it.
I've probably thrown it out.
Memories never die?