The Girl And the Lost Bear

By Dover

Whose bear is that? I think I know.

The owner is quite sad though.

This is just a tale of woe,

I watch her smile, laugh and I say hello.

She says she wants to partake,

but sobs until the tears make.

The only other sound is the break

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The bear is powerful, open and deep,

But the girl has secrets to keep,

and until then she’s always on her feet.

She lays on me with eyes that weep,

Then rises from our bitter bed,

With thoughts of sadness in her head.

Then it dawns,

Is it because her mother is gone?

As the girl and the lost bear play,

The bear who is just a boy finds his way.

She says goodbye,

and the boy wonders why.