Children of the teddy bearA Poem by Jon Roggie
Your old stuffed friend would be proud.
I know you barely remember. Goes back across the generations. The constant companion. One often neglected, packed away, or sometimes tossed aside. Time comes, and the next generation meets a friend. Maybe you have a glimmer, just for a moment. Passing along another friendship. © 2014 Jon Roggie |
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Added on October 18, 2014 Last Updated on October 18, 2014 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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