My Stuffed Best Friend
The patchwork of
mustard plants rippled
Beguiling in the first
light of dawn
And in the peace the
rang out clear
A splash, and he was
gone
I remember
I felt the flowers
clench in fright
I took a step, and
then another
Migrating towards the
place
Where his remains lay
untarnished
Draped in mid morning
lace
My movements were
robotc as
My cheeks burned fiery
red
For no matter how I
regretted
He remained, of my
doing, dead
I came upon the
chartreuse moss
A pond in willow's
shade
This was the magnet,
the keeper
The place where we
once played
He was the highlight
of my life
Our days were filled
with joy
His stuffed paws would
walk and he'd roll on the grass
As I told him softly,
"Good boy."
He was my best friend,
forever, for life!
But one time, he could
not play
I threw him away from
myself to the pond
As he simply could not
obey
Now this was just
childish whimsy
As I really loved him
so
It's hard to look
back, to remember
How awful I was years
ago
The flowers shook
their heads at me
Reading my thoughts-
Had I really changed?
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