This is one I wrote for an anthology, but the editor didn't like it. Might as well find an audience here?

Seven Bears.

I'm putting my bears away
Off my chair they go
Into the cupboard, one at a time
Sitting mournful on the shelf
I'm putting away my kiddish self.
Wrapped up in seven bears.

I'm putting my bears away
A stage at a time.
From bed to chair to shelf they've gone
They sit behind the cupboard door
Above the sneakers on the floor
Seven silent bears.

I'm putting my bears away
For other things
From chair to shelf they've gone. Who knows?
If one day, far or soon
They'll leave my room
These seven bears.

I'm putting my bears away
Renouncing them
From shelf to cardboard box they've gone.
They've set me free
But who will love them after me?
My seven bears.