Tigger my tiger
By Isabella A
Published 20 September 2013
I hear the sound of people
In this one room it’s like I’m dreaming
Except it’s all real
Because I’m with my Dad
I walked in
And saw Tigger’s face
I knew he was the one
Everything was going so well
And I knew I could do anything
As long as I’m with the ones I love
He was small
But as dark as night time
His eyes beamed as bright as the moon
Maybe when I said before
Things were going great
That’s when everything went wrong
And that’s only when I was four