Charley and Me

I've seen that battered, stuffed giraffe you have.
It's on your bed. You've had it since when you
Still were in nursery school, and you can't bear
To part with it. When all goes wrong, you
Hold it in your arms and let it comfort you.
When all is right, you go. You close the
Door and leave it on the bed, and I, the
One to whom you run to tell your latest
Tale of woe, the one who comforts when
He's asked, who's kept, but left behind at
Night, have learned how that giraffe
Must feel. I'm laying next to it, and
Hoping something goes awry, so you
Will want the two of us, two battered
Creatures, to hold you tonight.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-20 at 00:32

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