Placed There With Love
At the end of the bed
there sits a stuffed bear,
placed there with love,
placed there with care.
A child's favourite toy,
fluffy and white,
placed on the bed
to keep her in sight.
But the bed is empty,
the bear sits alone.
From the room next door
comes the sound of a moan.
No one comes in here,
no one at all
but sounds of sadness
can be heard down the hall.
At the end of the bed
there sits a stuffed bear.
Since the death of their child
no one goes there.
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