Pink Bear
By Mia B
Published 17 September 2015
Pink bear,
broken, battered and busted after a decade of use.
Your presence taking me back to a time when I was unaware of the chaos around me.
Your presence taking me back to a childhood
full of laughter and tears.
With your pink tufts of fluffy fur,
with your fuzzy ocean-coloured pants.
Pink bear,
A hug and kiss on the forehead.
Smelling of dust and comfort,
smelling faintly of my ancient family home.
Always there in times of need,
always there to listen.
Pink bear,
flooding me with memories from my childhood.