Oh Bear

oh bear.

stuffed with marshmallow fluff

I sometimes wished you were

so I could eat you up

but something in your stalwart

4 stitch quarter crescent smile

made me desist. the snap of your currant eyes

almost lost under all that plush

 we always brushed back-

and so I never did-

oh who is Pooh

what's Pooh to you

did we know him

we certainly do

you certainly did

I hear you say a little

gruffly in my 63 year old sleep;

you always were a truthful bear.

who should have been world renown

with your brahms lullaby wound up

from the back

your starch stiff pineapple florist bow.

furry kind of flower.

we loved you bear

(my sister owned your twin.)

we played "the teddy show"

when we were small

(supposed to be asleep)

but oh! not yet.

remember when bear?

bigger than johnny carson

we heard from the living room tv

complete with our applause.

clap, clap, clap, clap

we both intoned

and then the fun began

oh bear(s).

with your semi-perfect headstands!...

mary angela douglas 26 april 2014