Bear and Pillow
You can call me Bear. You see, the little girl Marquessa (well, big girl now) to whom I belong never really gave me a name for fear that her brothers would find a way to make fun of me.
Without a doubt, I was Marquessa’s favorite toy. I still have a special place in her heart even 50 years later.
Unlike her other stuffed animals that remain abandoned on a couch in her parent’s basement, I moved out with Marquessa and took up residence in the middle of the futon in her home office. I have never endured the confines of a storage box or the far corner of a crowded closet. She would not have felt right doing that to me.
Instead, I have always had the privilege of having my own special spot. For a bear, I think that I have aged quite well. A little dusty and missing an eye isn’t too bad for all those years.
And as a companion to me, Pillow has always been at my side. Pillow was handmade by Marquessa’s mother and as a baby it was that same pillow on which she rested my head. Now I use Pillow to rest my head as well.
In a perfect world, it would have been fitting for Marquessa to one day pass me and Pillow onto her own children but since that will never happen, I will continue to savor the memories I have with her.
©2022 Marquessa Matthews