Hannah Hoffner - December 13, 2022
All shapes and sizes,
Every color and texture
The warmth of our furry hugs—
A comfort to anyone.
Growing up can be hard;
A sweet rush of nostalgia
With every embrace
A pillowy squeeze, a wooly face.
Throughout youth, staying by your side,
Your safety, your comfort, your silent guide.
But think back to being a child again
When perhaps I was your only friend.
Who would’ve known?
A story, a life of memories
Hidden behind those black button eyes,
Perfectly sewn into a small bear’s face.
But now you have grown,
I am hidden in a box
Buried in a dark basement,
Collecting dust.
I long for the day I return,
Waiting excitedly to be seen again.
And finally the day comes
The box is opened at last!
The Goodwill employee thanks you for your donation,
You leave without a second glance.