a poem
A chapter in the book Poems
Katie's Bears
"Please find a tub for Katie's bears,"
asked my wife as I hung garland.
"They've got a house, and the bears are theirs."
"No argument here, Darlin'"
Each tub I found had things inside,
none empty for the bruins;
a thought occurred like a spirit guide,
now I knew what I'd be doin'.
An empty box which once had stored
a side by side fridge/freezer,
could hold all of the stuffed toy horde,
and make my life much eas'er.
I grabbed and tossed them all inside,
until her room was bare;
the reefer box filled, but I spied
more rooms with bears in there.
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