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His New Teddy Bear

He looked at the two teddy bears
And felt a little sad
One was new….beautiful…..
No patches…No missing buttons….
Not…worn out in places

He had slept every night
Curled up with his teddy bear
And felt secure
Nothing would have changed
Had he not gone to the toy store
Had he not seen that new teddy bear
The one with the cute apron
Sparkling blue eyes
Beautiful arms and legs...
It felt so soft

He wanted it
And he bought it with his own money
Happy to have something new
He wanted something different

Now he looked at the old and the new
And decided...
He’d throw the old one away
He didn't want to see it
Compared to the new teddy bear
It was ugly now
So ugly

And so...
In the rubbish bin it went
He felt a little guilty
A little sad
That teddy had comforted him
during many storms
when he had been afraid
It had soaked up his tears
When he was hurt

But he was a little excited too
As he looked at the new one 
This was so PRETTY
and fresh
It new

He pushed aside 
Thoughts of the old teddy
and went to play

He wanted to play the day away
And in the night
He wanted to cuddle up
And feel warm
Just right
With his new teddy bear

Nighttime came
He said his prayers
and snuggled up with teddy bear
He wrapped his arms around her
And.....tossed and turned
Something didn't feel right
New teddy didn't know
How to hold him tight
New teddy wasn't comfortable
He would find the warm places
around her tummy
To make him feel safe
New teddy felt new….shop new….fake

The little boy shed tears
And longed for old teddy bear
He should have kept her for security, comfort and warmth
And used the new one to play with

But it was too late
He heard the garbage truck roar passed his window
Taking old teddy bear to the dump

In the morning
He woke up to find 
He had his arms around his pillow
Which was still a little damp 
From his LITTLE BOY tears

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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