His name is Brownie
From when I almost died
Now don’t get yourself in a twist
He’s a teddybear you can’t resist
Grandkids gave him as a gift
Thought his presence would give me a lift.
He’s quiet and has a friendly face
Always in line with my pace
And the expressions he has
Sometimes gives a pass
To a bad mood or bad times
Even makes me laugh sometimes.
The kids always seem to know what they’re doing
Even if I don’t know if I’m coming or going
Brownie is a constant reminder
Of a world that is much kinder.