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
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