Treasure Island

Ruth Walters

(London, U.K.)

Gregory


I talk to Gregory,
but he never answers,
just looks straight ahead,
appealingly.

He has a little pot belly,
a rather long nose,
cute little ears
and silky hair.

I talk to Gregory
when he looks lonely
and I know lonely
in every way

so I never lay blame
when he doesn't reply
but allow him his silence.
It's just his way.

I guess he's a friend,
my Gregory bear
and though he's been stuffed
I don't really care.

Submitted: Saturday, May 10, 2014
Edited: Friday, June 06, 2014

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  • Bri Edwards (6/5/2014 11:23:00 PM)

    ruth, i would call this heart-warming, but then you might get suspicious of me. i enjoyed it. i sent you a separate message about one line.

    i especially liked this stanza:

    I talk to Gregory
    when he looks lonely
    and I know lonely
    in every way..........................................Gregory is lucky to have someone to keep him company! bri :)
    thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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