My Old Bear
By Harry C
Published 22 September 2017
It originated
From England
It was
a present
from my uncle to my aunty
But she abandoned it
it sat
alone
on a shelf for two decades
one sleepover night a my grandma's
my nine year old self extracted it.
Reminds me of Hagrid
with all his scratchy hair
and bulgy eyes like an owl about to swoop
happy as the last day of school we slept.
One night I lost him
night terrors of him drowning
Then
the next morning
there he was, tangled in my sheets
my relief. I still remember it and how my grandma would have been upset.
I will not lose him
I will pass him down to future generations
