My Ruggy
By Alice M
[not published yet]
He comforts me when there's something on my mind,
when I cuddle up to him I feel safe and secure, for he's as comforting as my Mother.
The grey-white cotton like stormy clouds, the pink-grey roses fading away like the sunset in the evening.
Forever I'll remember the flop as he falls on my bed, forever I'll remember cuddling him as a baby.
Because he's my precious jewel.