Henry the Teddy Bear

Hidden in my special box
waits something fluffy and warm.
Something that I remember,
something that I love.
It's glowing eyes
make me feel wonderful every time.
It's great to hug, and it might be dirty
but that doesn't make me think that it should go.
I will always wash it to make it shine
so I can play with him all the time.
It might not move
It might not talk
It might not have feelings,
but it's always special to me.
Even when I lose it,
I always seem to find it.
It's special, fluffy and warm
and daring to have
my sweet, lovely Henry.