baby bear

the wear and tear on baby bear 

reminds me of my own bones 

moving me through every motion 

i admire his devotion

his devotion to me, my tears he caught 

since i was two i’ve kept him close to help me sleep

a constant reminder of a younger me 

when i wasn’t too scared to climb trees 

i’m not who i was back when he came home with me 

but neither is he 

we’ve been worn and torn since then 

but baby bear will always make me feel like a kid again.