Teddy Bear

Hi Blog. Look I do exist. And for being so patient, you get a poem.

Teddy Bear

I found you on the closet floor
All threadbare and forlorn
My teddy bear from childhood
A tired, battered form.
I picked you up and looked at you
Oh guardian of my youth
And sighed to see your tattered limbs
Unkempt, with stitches loose.
With fond rememberance I picked you up,
Tucked you beneath my arm to see
If I could mend your hurts
Bring you back from memory.
With all the children fast asleep
I gather needle and thread
Take stock of all your tears and rips
Then sit down on the bed.
With love and warmth in every stitch
I sew up every single tear
Til happily I find myself
Holding an almost new teddy bear.
My work complete, I hug you close
I allow myself to dream
Of the glorious days of childhood
Happy, wonderful things.
And then a plaintive cry resounds
Breaks me from my reverie
I carry you to start again
Your guardianship duty.