Punda Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

He keeps me company
Smelling my hair as I hold him close.

He taps my shoulder
When he knows I’m feeling down.

He never leaves my side
He’d even watch me until I fall asleep.

He delicately lays close to me
We share a blanket through the biting cold.

He doesn’t say a word
But is always willing to listen.

He’s silent
But his presence is all I need.

Punda the Punda
is nothing but a toy.

But he’s more alive to me, he makes me live,
More than anybody else ever did.