My Talisman

Graeyed at the edges,
Faded pale rose,
Glassy button eyes,
A frayed thread nose,

Gentle as a ball of wool,
Silent as a cat,
When I wake up in the night
To sleep it takes me back.

It sits on my bed,
As still as a tree trunk,
In an eternal slumber,
On my top bunk.

Although it’s falling apart,
It is my special bear,
With its old dusty look,
And its old dusty hair.