My Old Lamb

He sits on my bed - waiting for me to return,
His glass eyes shimmer with memories,
His curly hair is so soft, yet so old,
His loved body is out of shape,
But I don't notice.

My lamb is always there for me,
Every second. Every day.
He makes me happy when I am sad,
He makes me better when I am sick,
He makes me safe when I am scared,
He made me imagine when I am bored,
He isn't stuffed.
He is as real as you and me.

When they look at him they see a toy.
Old. Rugged. Useless.
When I look I see a loyal friend,
An everlasting story,
A promising future,
A past, that's flown on by.