I Had a Special Friend

When but a child I had a special friend Always a comfort to me, a godsend He was soft and brown with bright button eyes I would hug him so, ‘twas just the right size. Always waiting beside me every night Whenever my mother turned out the light Vanquishing the monsters under the bed He comforted me, nuzzled by my head. He disappeared one day, and I cried so She said he was dirty, and had to go Just to the washer to get clean again Then returned to me with a childish grin. I still have him on a shelf high above To remind me of my childhood of love.