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
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