by Poetry 99
© 2000 Dorothy E. Scott, all rights reserved
A little furry brown bear stole my heart, I
remember it well.
In our bedroom he still reminds me of the tale.
When I met my husband he loved me despite cancer
was a dying threat.
It didnt matter to him, he loved me still, yet.
Trying to get me to marry, though I had no future
to offer him.
My doctors had already given me tragic news, little time to live,
future dim.
One day the Lord healed me, cancer was erased, any
trace was taken away.
On the weeks following, his marriage proposal was accepted on the
happiest day.
Taking me to a veteran's hospital, nausea had
failed to subside.
On this day I was found with a heart disease, lovingly he purchased
the bear from the canteen.
The bear was cherished by the whole family grew in
fame.
All the nephews slept with the fluffy brown bear, B.J. his
name.
Many nights B.J. offered his softness to appease
loneliness.
A gift I remember well, I continue to caress.