Memories of Pooh
"Without Pooh the adventure would be impossible…"
When I was just a little girl,
around the age of four.
A very special set of friends,
came knocking on my door.
There was a fuzzy little bear,
his name of course was Pooh.
He came with Piglet, Tigger, Eeyore,
and Christopher Robin too.
Every day when I awoke,
I knew there would be fun.
As we headed out, hand in hand,
to play in the warm summer sun.
We'd venture deep into the woods,
where Heffalumps and Woozles play.
Stopping to visit Kanga, Owl, and
Rabbit along the way.
We'd laugh, read stories and eat honey,
under the shade of the big oak tree.
Every day was an expotition,
for Winnie the Pooh and me.
At night after milk and cookies,
we would climb the stairs for bed.
Pooh would whisper his prayers to me,
before I bowed my head.
We'd crawl deep under the covers,
cuddling close under the starlit sky.
To dream of new adventures,
where together we would fly.
~ © dlg ~
Poem & Graphics by Me*Ü*