Things we love as a child
A little brown bear with mismatched button eyes
With a flat snout from being hugged, given as a surprise
Born from my dad’s attempt to sew in hospital years ago
The only connection with an absent father I did not know
Another comfort was a one blue blanky
Dragged about as a well-loved hanky
So grim that when washed it fell apart
A new one was made but with no heart.