Little Bear

So, we have an actual piece due Thursday in my creative writing class.

A poem, featuring an item from our childhood that moves the poem and also to name the poem that.. hence the title. I figure since I started this to share my work, I should even share it when its more of a rough draft as opposed to a finished product.

Well, here goes nothing.


Little Bear


tattered,
torn,
lace trim hanging
no longer attached to your little hat

one eye missing, one
black glass eye stares,
needing a stitch, drooping
near the missing strings of your absent smile

tears have drowned you,
giggles and dark secrets alike
have gone into your small ears
locked there and kept until I dared

Do they hurt?
The scars of aging
and of growing up?
The lessons we have both been apart of

being pulled, twisted
between my sisters and I's fights
the falls and spills
that we have both had?

worn yellowed fabric,
blue flower print almost gone
you sit on my dresser
my oldest friend until the end




As I said, it is a little rough, I'm still learning the correct way to make a poem, though there really seems to be no wrong way. Till next time, have a great day.