They walk together in the park
at three fifteen each day
Miss Chatham and Euphorbia
quietly wend their way
One loved in life, one never held
both displaying time’s decay
Most pretend they do not see
this singular mismatched pair
A lady clothed in Sunday best
and her friend’s wild wispy hair
Both alone, but joined for life
Miss Chatham and her teddy bear
While sitting in a park, I saw an elderly lady walking by herself, holding a teddy bear. She looked happy.