Best Friends

(For my granddaughter, Josephine, who aged out of her best friend)

Goodbye little silky,
My fuzzy warm friend,
There, when I was born,
And there to the end.

I loved that at night,
You kissed my cheek,
And held my hand,
As I drifted to sleep.

You made me feel safe,
From shadows of the moon,
Under the starless skies,
And the dark of my room.

Goodbye, little silky.

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