Pooh to Piglet
By Philip Wardlow
“Why do you suppose we are such good friends Piglet?” asked Pooh as they walked down the road together.
“Because we have been on such great adventures together?” asked Piglet
“Yes, and they were all very frightening but wonderful adventures to say the least, but it’s more than that I think.” Pooh said very seriously as if in deep thought.
“Well, maybe it’s because we look at the world together and agree about what we see.” said Piglet.
“That is true but we don’t see eye to eye on everything. You often think my pursuit and love of honey gets out of hand at times while I think it can never be enough.” Pooh smiled and patted his nice round belly absently as he said this.
“Hmmm…you have a point Pooh, there are times in your dreaming and your wonderings where I have come close to my wits end with you.” Piglet bemoaned to himself as he kicked a small pebble out of Pooh’s path as they walked.
“Yet still we are friends, in all these hundred acre woods we found each other and continue on.” Pooh mused to himself as he walked the road with Piglet.
“Why do you ask anyway Pooh?” Piglet turned to Pooh looking worried.
“Oh just a butterfly of a thought in my brain I get sometimes when I realize how lucky I am.” Pooh said smiling again.
“Oh.” Piglet said and smiled with him as they continued their walk down the road as he took Pooh’s hand in his
“Be brave,” said Pooh to Piglet .
“But it’s not so easy to just be brave Pooh. There are so many scary things out there.”
“Oh, I know that friend, I know, so many things, but the world was meant to be a scary place for good reason,” Pooh said, smiling.
“Meant to be scary! That’s not very comforting Pooh, no not all,” Piglet whispered, frightened.
Pooh took Piglet’s hand, “Now, now don’t you worry, I am here and even when I’m not
here I am still here, ” said Pooh, touching Piglet’s chest over his heart.
“Oh!” Piglet exclaimed, surprised.
“I feel it to,” said Piglet
“Feel what?” Pooh asked, getting lost in thought as hungry Pooh bears sometimes do
“You there in my chest, it takes the place of that fear.” Piglet said.
“Well of course, why do you think I am so brave?” Pooh asked.
“Why Pooh, why?”
“Why? Because you are here, in here with me silly,” Pooh chuckled to himself.
“Oh,” Piglet said in wonder, smiling.
“My comfort from my fears will always be you, my bravery from the scary things in life
will be my friendship I found in you. That scary stuff brought us together and that’s
a good thing in the end.”
Pooh took Piglet’s hand and continued their walk down the dark forest path together.
By Philip Wardlow 2015
This poem is for all those who have ever felt left out, unloved, neglected, uncared for or ever underappreciated…we all have been Eeyore at least once in our lives I am imagining –
Eeyore’s quiet Sad Rage –
Pooh has Piglet, tight friends to the
Roo has his mum and oft’ times Tigger’s
bouncing annoying presence.
Rabbit has his attitude of
and Owl, his arrogant wisdom
as he sits in his tree.
Christopher Robin visits, but rather
The Hundred acre woods are a lonely place for a donkey.
Thistle only comforts so much.
The wind whistling through the trees
is a pale companion.
I have much poetry to recite,
much I wish to say, hugs I wish to share
and smiles to give.
Perhaps my worth shall be found
one day by eyes
that see more than past the noses
on their own heads.
Until then I will meander and mope
because that is what is expected
by Philip Wardlow 2014