DO NOT FEEL ALONE

                                How lonely you look, little toy

                                On the floor beneath the bed.

                                Do you know that someone is watching,

                                Little bear made with tenderness?

                                Little bear stuffed with feathers...and love?

                                You seem confused.

                                Each night tiny hands seek you out

                                And pull you to that young breast.

                                You feel the comfort of a tender embrace.

                                But the minutes tick by in the darkness.

                                The loving grip soon loosens,

                                And you drop to the floor idle...forgotten.

                                Do not feel alone,

                                Little bear made with tenderness.

                                Little bear stuffed with feathers...and love.

                                Tomorrow the sun will shine on the closed eyes.

                                The child will wake,

                                And the tiny hands will reach for you yet again...

                                With love.

                                By Pam Keaton