A SMALL TRINKET
A trinket, small, insignificant to many.
It is a reminder,
A priceless treasure to me,
It is a bear, a small, brown bear.
Its velvet heart, now worn away,
Its cotton fur dirtied and flattened.
It is all I have left,
The last link to a past unknown.
So I keep it to remind me.
It is there to help me to not forget
What little I remember, and how much I know now.
It is a small brown bear, a trinket, insignificant to many.
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