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