‘You must not fuss,’
said the boy to the bear.
‘This pot may no longer overflow with honey.
But look.
At the pot.
At its rainbow shine,
at its faded inscription.
This pot has been cherished.
And because it has been cherished
it shines,
and it fades
all at the same time.
Who cares if the taste
of its beautiful
is over.
A memory of life,
enough to feed the two of us,
still lives in your hands.
Let us sit
and eat it together.’

2 replies on “The Bear”
“A memory of life,
enough to feed the two of us,
still lives in your hands.” Memories are powerful . It makes believe. It makes us dream and be hopeful. Beautiful inspiring poetry . Thank you.
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I agree. 🙂Memories are very powerful when we frame them in a positive way and use them to move forward beautifully. 💞
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