Bugsy

The colour is almost gone,
Faded out the same way the sun goes to sleep
Slowly, but surely.
Been mine for years, through long nights and big frights
Through thick and thin,
Through the teeth of a growling dog, refusing to give in without a fight.
Etched in my mind, she’ll be there for my life
Even after being kept safely in a box, ready for my own kids to come.
My mother’s tale
Clutching the bear with great suspicion, hoping no one would see the pink bear sticking out,
Signifying the start of another 9 month journey,
A story that will stay with me forever.
Of course its name is that.
Five year old me,
Thinking she was simply so clever,
Calling her precious pink bunny
Bugsy.