Freddy
Sometimes he sits, a little forlorn,
handsome and elegant, gently worn.
He’s shy, it’s true--but full of grace,
a quiet comfort in my resting place.
And when I see his tender smile,
my worries fade, if just a while.
With the biggest blue eyes--so wide, so true,
he never lies, not ever to you.
He’s been there through my laughs and tears,
so lovable, kind, through all these years.
When he was given, I felt so blessed--
do you know who he is? Have you guessed?
His name is Freddy--
and he is my Teddy.
Alesia Leach © 5/2014
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