DAD
I still have the red bear you won for me at the fair.I was young, so were you.Years later I learned you bought the bear from the carnie.Today the bear sits in a chair in the dining room.His fur is faded and dusty, one ear droops.He wears one of my feeble knitting tries, a belt,one mom didn’t make me rip out and start over,or maybe it is woven, no matter.When I glimpse the bear on my way to the kitchen,I have a moment of warmth,that you loved me then and also now.I see you in the chair in the cor
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Apr 17th 2019