Bear ..... poem

Bear

I don't remember
my first bear
I have the photo
and see it there

As a baby
as a child
must have loved that bear to death
naturally wild

What memories did I have of bear
as a child
which I cannot see now
all lost in a forest wild

I remember that child
I remember the house in a tree
the fireworks and the beach
among the bullrushes, running free

But what did that child remember
was there a bear in there
loved to death
that poor old bear

I remember the pain
of the spanking sticks
when out too long
chasing tricks

Do we learn time
through pain
to wake us up
make us sane

That little child
in a play tent
on the sand in the rain
time spent

Big brother came look'n
found a child in a tent
playing with sand
castle time spent

I don't think bear was there
he might have gone by then
into the wild jungle of lost memories
with the toy car and metal hen


Jaqi
Bluh

Thursday
29
November
2018

Note ~   You look back at yourself looking at you, at the camera, and might wonder how you got to be the one looking back. What are we? What do we become? What lies ahead to happen? All part of the future of our tiny self ~ with or without bear.