She holds it in her little hand,
the arm of her friend, Teddy Bear.
It had finally been torn off,
from what started as a little tear.
Her tear streaked cheeks say it all,
her world has come to an end.
This tragedy must be reversed,
we must get Teddy on the mend.
Tongue stuck out the side of her mouth,
she helps thread the darning needle.
Bright red wool to do the job.
In her arms, Teddy, she cradles.
With each stitch, she pats Teddy's arm,
cooing reassuring words,
Telling him how brave he is.
It's the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
With a flourish, I place the last stitch,
a band-aid and healing kiss.
Then, off they go to new adventures,
Teddy Bear and my Little Miss.