Brum

Stitched on patches and fur all gone We both grow old we’re getting on I remember well that long past day When you arrived on reindeered sleigh The joy I felt on that Christmas morn With shouts of glee as wrappings torn There you lay in white bedding soft I took you out and held you aloft Silk soft brindled light brown fur Salt tears of joy my eyes did blur Bright button eyes kid leather paws Smiling mouth and black shiny nose Oh then was I not the luckiest one To have such a friend as ‘Brum’ All through life you were my friend And will be until my journey’s end (8th in Contest Toyland By Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S