When we came back from the other world And first put you in a different bedroom, We bought you a little something for first night – A single bedroom set of Winnie the Pooh, as consolation. With his round tum and extended arms For the honeypot on the duvet And Christopher Robin on the pack, Kanga and Roo on the pillow set. Now you are all grown up Though not yet leaving that next room, I wonder who will console whom The night you go across the landing. Will you buy us pictures of Santa Claus Or maybe a tea-pot of the Dead Sea? Or is there no hiding the loss Once you have shuffled past the WC And from there to the open plan Living room, from there to the garden? What will we need across our pillows that night We know you’re gone, out of our realm? The stars and moon or just a last Note before bed-time: “Mummy, Daddy – sorry I burnt the toast. I love you,” – and no more melt-downs.