Bruno Sits

This is something I wrote after the death of my daughter (1995). Bruno was her pride and joy and he sat in a rocking chair in her room for many years after. I've revised it somewhat. Unfortunately, my husband has also died since, so now we're down to two. Now Colette's little girl, Grace loves Barbies Bruno Sits Bruno sits in a rocking chair as though she’s coming hither. He's just a battered old Christmas bear but I remember that winter. Our girls didn’t know we searched at night as Santa’s helpers filled with delight. Jeannie, loved bears. Barbies delighted Colette. We bumped into Ken driving Barbie’s corvette. Suddenly looking at us with two beady eyes, was the biggest toy bear we'd seen in our lives. On Christmas day, Jeannie gasped at that bear Colette loved her vet We were all there. Now Bruno sits and sit so do I. I know Jeannie’s not coming. Bruno can’t say goodbye. Bruno will wait and we'll not forget Not I. Not papa. Not our darling Colette. We’ll see her again wherever it be. Now Jeannie’s adieu. We’re lonely as three. ©June 5, 2001 K.McL.Collins