All Made Of Sawdust

my rescued bear..my father's panic buy..
he's much too hard said mum
for a new born , so he was rejected,
I took him in, this rough hard bear,
and loved him though I made him suffer,,
mumps measles and scarlentina,
with the odd mystery fever..
to keep me off going to school.
such a bad influence he was
in those early years, roaming in woods
catching frogs in brooks, and eating all
the blackberries Nature throws,,
he whispered in my ear to climb trees
and not care for dirty knees, and laughed
at my mothers scolding for the state
of my clothes, he was way more funny
than the famed Pooh or Paddington..
who's goal in life was simply marmalade
and honey,  and held my tears and
joy and never told the story,,
he played with my children in their
tender years.. as I did riding bikes
with him steering on the mud guard..
but now he grows tired .
.when grandchildren come
and I rescue him to a safe place..
he doesn't have patience to deal
with technical things, ipads and pods
don't appeal..he'd rather be running in
the woods..I hold him and wish
I was made of saw dust.