Little Blue Bear

There was once a boy,
With a heart of gold and a soul of a lion.

Who grew up in poverty,
Sleeping in a shed,
Keeping his terrors and fears faraway.

One night his mum gave him a little blue bear,
Kissing him goodnight she grew in despair,
Knowing that one day her little boy,
Who would grow a man and leave to fight the wars that never end.

The blood that falls,
The cries that call,
Death to come,  
To broken hearts and broken homes.

A godless eye, a godless hour

All those sorrows grew old,
With wrinkles of worries and aches of waiting.

Little blue bear was no longer in beds,
But on a shelf with a blue torn head,
Eyes that know secrets,
Fur that feels troubles.

Little Blue bear,
Never to say,
of the little boy who grew a man,
and left on that dreary day. 


© 2010 Crystalina A. Scales