Ode+to+Hannah+Bear

By: Lauren B. Laying on my bed a friend of thread cherished since the beginning, ever since she stared at me, almost grinning.
 * Ode to Hannah Bear**

Sandy in hue dress greenish blue, black eyes scratched the hole in her neck, patched.

She smells like perfume and shampoo a smell I am used to. Her fur is soft to the touch I love her so much.

Without her, I would be blue with no one to hug and cling to. She soaks up my tears, when I am happy, she cheers.

A gift from my dad. Through good times and bad She is a playmate, a friend, from now ‘til the end.