Tucked in at a B&B Ahh Bear had his own toy, Little Boy Blue, that he slept with.
The Egg and Bear sit side-by-side
conversing, no doubt, as best friends do.
They laugh and joke
and vanish to a secret site
though they remain in plain view
because that’s what Eggs and Bears do–
at least those of the stuffed kind.
This pair, companions, though three years apart,
once sang and talked at family dinners—
six of us at the table–
my husband, two daughters,
Humpty, Ahh Bear, and me.
They told us of their days in school, of being bullied by Carlie
(a bad egg through and through)
They were a bit uncool, the Egg and Bear, but nonetheless, endearing.
Is it odd that I remember their songs?
“Mrs. Mommy Goddess Protector,”
my favorite, of course.
I always felt a bit sorry for people
who didn’t have real stuffed friends,
not a Velveteen Rabbit story—
but truly real from the start.
Family car rides were never dull.
We tuned in the Egg and Bear radio station
and listened to Humpty and Ahh Bear
sing along to Les Miserables,
Ahh Bear cried as he sang Éponine’s
part in “A Little Fall of Rain”
and Humpty channeled Jean Valjean.
Well, we may have rocked with laughter
but still, a memory to be cherished
held close within my heart
as are these friends
who two little girls
took to the seashore
and later to college dorms.
No, they’re not forgotten, the Egg and Bear
though their voices are now
seldom heard aloud:
“Take it, Humps.” “OK, Ahhbs.”
In my head, I can hear their voices still
and memories of childhood, my children’s,
not my own, transport me for a moment to the past.
The Egg and Bear sit side-by-side,
forever in my mind.
NaPoWriMo, Day 18 Today’s Prompt: “a poem that incorporates ‘the sound of home’.”
I wrote a free verse poem, using the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing prompt Words: Plain/Laugh/Site/Rock/Secret