The Bear (Forgiveness) Poem by Hanna Maria

There is a bear upon my bed,
Fur white and pure, but dark within
There it sits, black eyes staring
Into empty corners hid

In the morning once again
It sits upon the table spread
Looking so calmly at the tin
Where flour sits uncaring

There it sits which I can’t rid
That horrid bear in the rain
Sometimes I wish that it was dead
Or then I think ‘It can’t be kin’

On my knees badly faring
‘Help me to forgive’ I bid
Then the peace replaces pain
And joy fills my soul again

I turn, and there she stands
A sister who has wronged me
The bear is gone my eyes reveal
As she pulls me near and says

‘I’m sorry’