The Golden Bear

The golden bear, sitting on a shop stand
I had to take this bear home, a small memento from Japan

Longing to be loved, wanting to be owned
Furry like a bear, huggable like a beanbag
This bear, is a keeper of joyous memories and hopes and dreams
In the day, it smiles and it sits on my bed
Yet at night, it eliminates the worries and stress from my head

Without the golden bear, I would feel sad and distraught
As if all my beautiful holiday memories, are all cut short
The colours of the golden bear are all unique
Yellow like honey, white as milk
Brown the shade of peanut butter, black the colour of charcoal

Yet this bear is not just a cheap piece of material, not just a meaningless stuffed toy
The golden bear is a companion, a buddy, a friend
Holding my bear reminds me of blissful memories
Visions of happy moments with family, friends and loved ones

So now, as I go to bed tonight
Hugging and holding my golden bear tight
I will drift off to sleep in an imaginary land
Knowing that I have my golden bear, in my hand