Pardon me if in the attic I reminisce
About each bear I once hugged and kissed;
They may have lost a seam--
A bit of stitch, where once I dragged them,
Or forgotten--ditched;
Whether lost buttons or worn out paws,
My bears never met a heart they couldn't thaw;
But some bears can become overextended:
When they see a broken heart, they mend it;
Yet, age seems to bless tattered bears
Who may have lost their style on the stairs;
Like friends and family, bears, you see,
Leave us love as their legacy.
©1996 All Rights Reserved
Connie Nelson Ahlberg
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