Teddy Bear

Written by: Beau Regard

He is that of a flower’s dream
Delicate and genuine in emotion
Though his courage is of little esteem
To hateful thoughts, he has no devotion

He has the contempt of a newborn child
Nervous explorer, searching for a pal
His fiercest advance is little more than mild
Little things amaze him like the wind’s mighty howl

He stays awake late at night
Resounding songs of painful sorrow
He longs to catch his lost mother in sight
But for now, maternal feelings he will thankfully borrow

For he is the nervous king of bugs and such
For he is the sweet keeper of kindness of heart
For he is the pussy willow, fearful to the touch
For he is Teddy, and of us, forever a part