Vows Of A Bear Discarded

• Stephanie Newman, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

I’ll wait for you
I swear I’ll wait
For you to tiptoe through the gate

Your smiling face
Will welcome me
But alas, you do not really see

I’ve heard your secrets
Your darkest fears
My fur is stained with angry tears

That day we met
That secret pact
My woven feelings remain intact

I’ve loved you long
Right from your birth
Yet distractions have conquered my place, my turf

As you grow old
Your life is free
But time or age shan’t beckon me

I hope one day
Your eyes will see
I’m made for you and you for me

I’ll wait for you
I swear I’ll wait
For you to tiptoe through the gate.