Under Duress On the Polar Express

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seventy-one years old tonight,

Hearing aids plugged into my head.

Watching a Christmas movie alone,

All 65 years of my dog friends dead.

 

I remembered a Christmas gift when three,

And my father’s gift when he was four…

Were tucked away in a cardboard box,

And shouldn’t be hidden any more.

 

There’s Peter bear, now sixty-eight,

And Timothy bear, one hundred and three.

Both glad to be liberated,

I forgot them, they remembered me.

 

The fact they still provide comfort,

Is in no way a mystery…

They’re the only pieces left in my life,

Still a part of my history.