Childhood

Cold as the rails on an icy
morning light, soft as a pillow.
Colourful like a

rainbow. A soft toy from
day one in my hands.
I love it like it is the

end of my life.
I sleep at night
with small and not

big dreams, but with
my childhood.
Everywhere

I go it comes
with me. Warms me
like a fire. A soft toy

I feel safe with. Eeyore
is like family.
Something

I love
more than...life