Pink Teddy
By Jane P
As pink as a dusty scrapbook which was once red but has faded,
As soft as a pillow I once slept on, but softer,
As light as a single leaf, feebly swaying on a branch in the wind,
A treasure chest of memories,
A golden box of dreams,
A wooden wardrobe of thoughts:
This is what she holds.
I don’t know what I’d do without you,
I’ll never lose nor abandon you,
I love you more than words could say,
My most precious item
I’ll never let go of you…
My Pink Teddy.
