His name is 'Mr Chuckles', some stuffy fluffy toy <br />She bought and gave to me, not sure if for a boy <br />It was I know the thought, the gesture sweet and kind <br />A token of that something, we knew was in the mind <br /> <br />He sits ontop a cardbox box, staring down at me <br />I sit he stares, I stand he stares, he will not let me be <br />I look at him and think of her, this is why he's there <br />A gentle soft reminder, forget her not and stare <br /> <br />I almost had him in the trash, laying in the mess <br />I took him out and brushed him off, and made him look so fresh <br />I put him back to sit, upon the box and stare <br />I think of her again, I'm now but more aware<br /><br />Bradley Lester<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cuddly-reminder/
