We are having a visitor this week with the arrival of John’s granddaughter from Jersey. She is crossing the channel by ferry today with her mother and will be with us for most of next week. You know how much fun we have when we get together and I do have a few things I am planning for her stay. While not as full on as the Pirate Partywe had last time, I think we will manage to make a few more memories worth talking about when she goes back to school after the break.
Since she will be coming in a car, she will have her bike with her and I asked her mom to bring her scooter too. Back in 2009 when I was packing my things for the move from Atlanta to Cornwall, I found my daughter’s oldRazor scooter stored in the attic and shipped it over thinking I might scoot with Jersey Girl one day. It is something I have looked forward to and should be interesting since I have never really used one before.
Warning: If you live in our village and are reading this now, you might want to give me wide berth if you see me coming down the road or perhaps help me up if you see me sprawled in it.
In the window at home there’s a sweet little bear,
slightly tattered, not torn, but missing some hair.
He sits kind of floppy, and propped with a view,
watching and waiting and thinking of you.
A bear you can see by his worn looking face
that’s been treasured and favored
with his own special place.
Loved from the beginning,
he’s been very well fed
on the dreams of girl
and all the things in her head.
He’s enjoyed the all pleasures of years
two, three, four, five, and soon six,
he’s her favorite he knows,
the one she always picks.
But today is somehow different,
someone’s taken his place,
it’s that silly old Pooh Bear who’s crowding his space.
Beside his dear girl as she goes for the day
he wonders what they’re up to
missing her greatly
in his bear sort of way.
Growing up can be scary for a bear on his own
he’s been a faithful companion and rarely alone.
He sits and he watches and wishes she’d phone.
‘ I am here and I miss you,’ is just what he’d say,
‘ Will you be home soon, are you on your way? ‘
He knows it’s silly to be sad and so blue
as her little girl heart can love much more
than a old bear or two.
One day when she’s older
with hair that’s gone grey
she’ll have trouble remembering
things like his name,
when she got him,
or the games that they played.
He’s heard all the stories
from bears on the street
when the children aren’t looking
and they’ve a moment to speak.
They whisper in passing
of changes to come,
but for now he’s still Boris,
and her number one.
Yesterday after a long day out, I noticed Jersey Girl’s favorite bear Boris sitting in the window. He’d been left there in the morning by JG posed on the window ledge so that he could see outside while she was out exploring with us. I was lucky to see him when I did managing to get two quick shots before she grabbed him up to join us at the table for dinner. She didn’t know I was outside taking pictures and in the second photograph, you can just make out her ear and the side of her face as she is reaching for him.
I began the little bear story this morning and what came out has as much to do with my relationship with an old stuffed bunny from my childhood as it does with Jersey Girl and Boris, her bear. This is one of the things I love most about writing, you begin a story thinking it is about one thing and suddenly another story begins to reveal itself along the way.
I would be interested to know if you remember a favorite toy or stuffed animal and can you remember its name ?
you like to help in the kitchen by stirring the mix.
When it’s all done and ready to eat, you pour on the syrup to make it taste sweet.
It isn’t quite perfect as hearts rarely are,
but it’s crunchy and filling and will carry you far.
Boris you see sitting there in his chair, is waiting for help like a good little bear.
When Boris has had all he can eat, we take some outside to give the birds a nice treat.
Since some like a place to rest while they eat,
we’ll leave some snacks on the bird table sure to make them sing, “tweet tweet.”
As you can see we are off to a good start of our visit with Jersey Girl. She assisted in writing the story today with Boris the Bear extending a few editorial comments as well. Thanks too for the heart-shaped waffle suggestions. JG picked from the choices available and I must say, I always like it when the heart wins.