Danabear+Smiles

media type="custom" key="730313" In a room littered with dolls and toys, There is one item that reeks with poise. Danabear stands out like a star in the night sky, Gleaming and glittering as the years flow by. Her fur, a warm white, milk, Her paws, as soft and smooth as silk. Accessorized with bow and bib, adorned with roses, Beside my bed, she silently poses. Given to me by my godmother, Barbara, Used to belong to her daughter, Laura. Danabear is always there for me; I’m never alone. She smiles at me, this prized possession I proudly own.
 * Ode to Danabear **  [[image:Danabear_Saulson.JPG width="157" height="216"]]

-Aliya S.