Rosie, oh Rosie, I remember you very well,
and the warm, loving arms I wrapped you in.
It's been a long time since I've seen you,
but at last we are now together again.
I remember your soft pink nose covered in felt
and a pattern of roses on beautiful robins egg blue;
how your paws were white with polka dots,
and the lace color your wore when you were still brand new.
Your head is falling off and lolling sideways,
the stuffing's coming out all over the place!
though the stains have faded all your roses,
you still have that sweet expression on your face.
I realize how much the memories have grown,
how much smaller and more pathetic you seem here and now;
but though I'd thought that I'd forgotten how to see through a child's eyes, it seems I almost still know how.
I remember how alive you seemed back then,
how you were one of a kind just because you were mine; even though you almost seemed to answer back,
it was only me loving you all the time.