I have resurrected and reworked a poem posted on this blog over ten years ago. Apologies for repetition but it feels like an appropriate time to repost this.
My Therapy Bear
and I know that my cats can hear every word
but I'd much rather talk with inanimate things
like my teddy, whose stuffing is held in with string.
I can tell that my cats don't care much about me
unless I'm preparing their breakfast or tea.
My teddy, however, absorbs all I say.
He collects up my words in his kapok each day.
He collects up my words in his kapok each day.
My teddy bear holds all my wishes and thoughts.
He knows all my hopes, all those demons I’ve fought.
Don't tell me he's only a toy. Can't you see,
he’s the one true custodian of all that is me.
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