September 13, 2025
For the contest "More Than A Soft Toy" by Natasha Scragg
When I was young, I felt very sad Then Frisky arrived and I was glad He was a “trashbin rescue with smile, missing-eye wonder made of soft pile” He came with me just everywhere And I whispered secrets in his ear He was my favorite in the world My friend when I was a little girl I know he dried many of my tears Especially my in-between years Yes, Frisky was around evcn then He was a dog that I called a friend We talked over things. he didn't tell He couldn't read yet, or even spell We grew together, but I grew fast And soft toy dogs can't seem to last. Looking back now, as days become old Sometimes I would like Frisky to hold Soft-hearted toy and my confidant The best friend a little girl could want.
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