Just a Little Stuffed Bear

There once was a little stuffed bear
That set alone
Upon an old cherry wood shelf’
Humming to himself a lyrical tune,
As he gazed across at the sun-lit window.

His companion had grown-up, you see
And went about there merry way.
But yet-
The little stuffed bear
Waited and waited for him to return one day.

The dust began to pile as snow
A pillar upon the top of his head
But yet the little bear still waited,
Gazing across at the sun-lit window
Humming his lyrical tune.

-HRM Deborah