“…Bobby always knows…”…“bearly,” my poem
bears thinking about…
bearly
I think I’m running away—
I don’t know where to go,
I still love Mommy and Daddy,
they don’t want to come.
Bobby wants to come.
Bobby grabs my hand,
he always smiles,
Bobby’s not a real bear
but he’s a real friend,
he’ll stay with me
in case I get lost
‘cause Bobby always knows
which way to look
to see the way home.
April 22, 2025
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