Bridge in the Hundred Acre Wood
by Helen Barter
There was a chair in the corner of my bedroom
where Christopher Robin used to sit.
He would just be there, watching me sleep.
Sometimes I would wake up in the dark
and see him looking at me.
I knew I was awake.
I used to be afraid of the dark
until Christopher Robin said he was afraid
of the light.
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