But she was gone now,
And he couldn’t understand how,
Without her in his arms’ domain.
Squeezed with all his might,
And the bitterness of knowing she wasn’t there.
Christmas came and went,
And he found himself staring,
Hoping, wishing, daring…
In Hamleys window there she sat,
With a bow round her neck just like that,
Crimson shimmer, Mary’s favourite colour,
And it made his heart grow fuller.
He paid the clerk and took her home,
Soft and warm and no longer alone,
And snuggled up behind her furry head.
S J Menary