My Pooh

I wore out my Pooh
With hugs so firm
His poor red felt shirt
Was threadbare then gone

He kept me calm when
Darkness smothered my bedroom
And the tree's fingers tapped
The window to my room at night

He was my comfort
I was his Christopher Robin
So happy when Grandma O
Made him a new shirt

​He was like a new bear
A new companion
But those hugs were
As good as ever.