More Than a Soft Toy
When I was a young girl,
I had a soft cuddly teddy,
he was my friend,
and I adored him.
After my sister died I needed him,
he was my comfort each night,
so soft and cuddly ... and he had a scent !
Then, one day he was gone,
our house was on fire,
we lost everything,
I lost everything,
Of course, I was given another teddy,
but, it was just not the same,
not as soft or cuddly ... and he had no scent !
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2025
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