A Childs comforter

I sit here, slumped,

laying all day, as you

jump, laugh and play away.

Forgotten as time flies by,

only wanted whenever

You should cry. Despair

fills me as you need

me less, longingly I

await your loving caress.

I feel so useless as you age,

finding myself await backstage

as you slowly drift away.

Though you need me less,

I still refuse to digress.  Should

you leave me in your chest,

I will gladly wait and rest. For

in the ever future near, your

arms will hold a child so dear.

When that joyful day arrives,

I will yet again revive. From this

slumber I shall wake, to the

pain that I will take. For this child

is not alone, for their heart is my


The End

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