The prompt was "take nothing for granted," to write about something others would overlook. What jumped to mind was the tattered teddy bear I take to bed every night. He is one of the last things Jolene gave to me. I named him Michael, her favorite boy's name.
Of Jolene
Where
is Michael?
Velveteen
bear rescued from the rubbish
Matted,
lumpy, dirty and broken
No
velvet nor bow of satin
Only
a memory of the way things were
Where
was Michael born?
Brown
head, red bow and beady black eyes
Popped
out of paper of green, red and blue
Gift-giver
sings of the manger
Infant
slumbers calm the fears
Where
is Michael?
Joins
his brothers on the shelf, forgotten
Phone
rings, Michael clutched to breast
Talisman
of happy times
Michael
is found, but his mother is lost
Where
is Jolene? With Michael, next to my heart
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