POOH BEAR and a Poem

My daughter came to stay for a holiday and, knowing she would be missing her cats, I put a soft Pooh Bear toy on her pillow. She loved him and cuddled him every night. 

On Friday she went home, and half an hour after I left her at the airport I got a plaintive little text – “I forgot Pooh!” I offered to return to the airport with him. “No time – but make sure he gets lots of love.”

So he is being fostered by Betty and Squidgy Ted until I can take him to England in September. Anyone who thinks one can be too old for toys, take note - Betty is 68.

On my LITTLE POEMS FOR TOYS page I have posted a poem about another left-behind bear - Daniel's Blue Ted.

Blackie's Poem

If you look closely at D, the middle child in this photo, her left arm is clutching a black creature.
This is Blackie, far and away her favourite, and he still sleeps on her pillow despite husband and three cats.
D tells me Blackie isn't awfully brave and needs her to look after him, which insight into his character helped me to write his poem.
You will find it on my Little Poems for Toys page.