You who heard my every prayer, while they saw me murmur
You who lie in bed with me, while others are with somebody
You who I can hug on so tight, while others failed to do so
You who bear witness to every tear I shed through the years
You who bear my murmur of giving up
You who bear my snore of tiredness
You who bear my gasps of pain
You who bear witness to my weaknesses
You who bear with me...
Everyone has that endearment to something, be it a toy, pillow or anything. That something that you can't leave behind, that something that makes your sleep or travel incomplete, that something that gives glee to any situation.
My niece, Daphne, has her "baby green" for years as her companion (ehem..given by me in her infancy years) .
Mine is Beary, my furry bedtime buddy..(thanks bro Eric for letting me meet him)
