Ode to a Gummy Bear

Colorful and yummy,
in a larger form cuddly,
you are always a gift to have.
Chewy and fruity,
my favorite of all candy,
second only to
chocolate.

imageYou often come
in a small, golden bag.
And you come with
many memories.

A big sister
in every way but blood
coming from a foreign land
with the gift of you
in that little golden bag.

A little boy
in a Disney movie
who lost his older brother
to a fire.
Who lost his parents before
even that.
Who fought with himself,
with depression,
with loss.
Who found himself
with the help of his friends
—his team—
and a giant marshmallow
robot.

imageAnd to me,
they mean me trying to
get better.
Making a deal with a friend
that if I figured something out,
I’d get some of you.
And so,
I got better.

It’s that friend giving me
only half a bag,
and us laughing over it,
and me missing her
because she left
for college.
And she lived her life
just as she needed to.

They’re an inside joke
between my best friend
and I.
Of sneaking stale blues and purples
and pretending to hate.
imageAlways pretend
because she’s always my friend.
I’ll never be alone,
never again.
I am surrounded by those
who care.

Oh Gummy Bear,
you mean more to me
than you should,
but I can’t bring myself
to care.
I’m just happy you exist.
Thank you
for everything.


*(Note: I have recently edited this ode, and now I’m quite satisfied with it. It’s a lot of reminiscing and gratitude, so I hope you enjoy!)

Picture sources: Mr. Munden’s Math Matters

A Beautiful Mess

Disorderly Chikadee

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