Your fur is worn thin now,
patches where love pressed too hard,
but to me you were never just a toy -
you were the voice of courage
when the dark grew too loud.
I held you like a secret shield,
breathing into your sewed ear
the worries I dared not share with my mother.
You guarded them in silence,
never speaking a word
but somehow - I always slept easier.
In daylight you became a friend
sailing ships across blankets,
chasing clouds across the plaster sky,
celebrating every victory
in make-believe wars you alone could prove
Even now,
you linger on my shelf,
a gentle witness that love
is stitched to last
beyond the years.
According to the ballad,
Davy Crockett, born in Tennessee
(part of North Carolina at the time),
kilt him a b'ar when he was only three
(altho' only a song,
always had my doubts about cruelty to animals
from one so young).
Playing with it night and day, young Davy
should have taken more care
(had a hunting reputation),
he pulled the arms and legs off
his toy teddy bear.
Even at that early age, our Davy
really was quite unfair
(King of the Wild Frontier),
he knocked the stuffing out of his toy teddy bear.
He was parked on top of a worn satchel in Omaha
In the middle of a train station, so lah-dee-dah
Where was his child? He began to scream for his ma.
She ran up and grabbed him by his fluffy padded paw
I told you he would wait for me she told her astounded mother.
He is more than my pet, my cuddler, my protector, and a brother
My teddy bear is the one who loves me the very most.
He adores me! She told the other passengers, in an honest boast.
Can't wait for the day
To tell you I'm so sorry
Forget to hug you.
I smelled of lavenders when she first held me,
With her tiny hands and smile of a dove.
I became her best friend,
She would meet me day and night,
Feed me and put me to sleep.
I watched her grow into a woman,
She doesn't visit me so often now,
Only at nights as I lay there on the bed, hungry all day.
When she comes she doesn't sleep,
She weeps into my fur, wetting it with her tears,
The stains dry but her grief doesn't,
And I would carry it like her best friend.
Then she says,
About her heartbreaks and lost hopes,
She tears a part of her heart and pumps it into me,
I look at it, her heart, and see how she is still the kid I met once.
I look closer and reach places no one has gone before,
And I thought I was looking at a mirror,
It was me.
I pondered how much I am of her,
I am her,
The little child she lost
Why does a grown man have a teddy bear?
Is a piece of fluff a valuable memory?
It was an overcoat back then,
a seamstress worked so hard,
cut it up, shaped it, stuffed it,
and turned it into a teddy bear.
Yes, stuff that was fluff and yet
we give a toy a name and talk to it,
say good morning or
"Hi, Jeremy, my old mucker, my old mate!"
So why would you talk to a toy that has a head
but not to one that has none?
(5 Oct 2023)
So easy to call him Titch.
He's just a tiny teddy-bear.
Yet I, a grown-up man,
feel a strange affection.
Affection, yes, for something fluffy,
and all you can do is look at it,
talk to it – or should I say “him”? –
and leave it on a shelf, table, desk.
Ah, yes, so much history:
Theodore Roosevelt.
He hated the name Teddy,
but folk would call him that.
So thank you, Theodore.
I will not call you Teddy.
You hated it, I know,
so this teddy we call Titch.
(29 Jul 2023)
teddy bear watched over her while she slept
we were grateful she had him in the hospital
so many hours, so many treatments, so much pain
when she went to heaven, we imagined him with her
protecting her in the midst of heaven as he had in life
it gave us a tiny bit of comfort to see him in her coffin
Age ain't nothing but a woman, ain't nothing but a teddy bear
--a teddy bear that wears a frown and a skull cap
tin plated hooves cannot cease the evening doctrines of
the schizophrenic mind
but what ails you the most is not the ailment but the advisory
of being disabled in the head
disabled of the mind...
yeah, life's not a picnic, nor a picnic basket
never has never will,
heh! Or has it?
teddy bear picnic was in full swing this warm afternoon
six fluffy buddy bears were lively, funny, fully in tune.
laughter ringing around the meadow was crazy happy
they laughed at old stories they all knew; they were so sappy!
war heroes don’t usually come back in such wonderful spirits one said.
these aren’t regular bears, they are angels, no idea they are dead.
Time to relax
Time to stop
Time to rest
Keep your eyes close...
Telling stories, taking the teddy close to heart
My soft and brown bear
Shopping beautiful dreams from the cart
Love you a lot my dear...
My sleeping buddy
You are my old friend
Mumma-Papa brought you home
Gifted to me to make me glad...
I cry, laugh & share my secrets with you
Can't call you a toy as we've memories uncountable
You make me feel comfortable
Over everything, you make my environment suitable...
Written by~
Rashmi Kaushik
#MyDynamicEmotions
A CHILD’S TEDDY BEAR
Once selected off the store shelf.
with both love and care…
it takes its place among the family
when it becomes a child’s teddy bear.
Immediately the child and the bear connect
and the parents soon become aware
how the two of them are inseparable…
the child and his teddy bear.
But a child grows up…a teddy bear does not,
and though it seems unkind,
a growing child finds other things to love,
and leaves the teddy bear behind.
But the teddy bear is ever vigilant,
he waits patiently night and day,
for one more moment with the child he once knew…
one more chance to play.
And every now and then the teddy bear is picked up,
“I miss you!” the the child inside the grown-up concedes.
and the teddy bear once again feels joy…
for love is all he ever needs.
And so I wonder:
When we want to learn of patience,
of dedication, of love and joy and what it means to share…
perhaps we need to look no further
than on the face of a child’s teddy bear.
Milly and Her Teddy Bear
There is a girl with bright blue hair
Who has a much loved teddy bear
He is her best friend in the world
In his arms she is oft times curled.
Her pretty name is Milly Mae
Milly and teddy play all day
He listens to her hopes and dreams
And her most adventurous schemes.
The hair is just a wig for sure
An aspect of dress-up allure
Milly is who she cares to be
A character from a story.
Teddy watches over role plays
Milly he does support always
To teddy she's a super star
As sweet as honey in a jar.
Sometimes they laugh, it’s such a scream
That teddy almost splits his seams
At times they cry when things are sad
That brings cuddles from mom and dad.
Milly is just four years of age
A polite girl who’s well behaved
She always says please and thank you
The way that she’s been taught to do.
1st November 2022
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The Bear Party
You, me, and Teddy makes three,
but there will be far more,
when I open the Marmalade jar,
and barely crack the door.
The party is just getting started.
The Tea Tree is ready.
Decorated from the base to the peak,
there is not a leaf unadorned.
Each...
sparkle with glitter,
and light,
transferred there by hand,
methodically, colorfully, embellished
so grand!
The chairs and the table,
are laid with fine china.
There is a teapot, a hundred years old.
It has flowers...
hand-painted by the princess of Whales.
The cups all match in different designs,
with more flowers of all kinds.
There is lace on the table,
and a place if you are able.
Come to the party,
and bring a hearty appetite.
There will be loads of sweets,
we will not eat light.
There will be jokes and laughter,
about here ever after,
and a time to cheer for today.
This is a party,
for Bear and his friends,
which includes you,
and yours in every way.
The teddy bear tree sprouted every year,
In the spring the teddy bears were free,
By fall all had fell,
and the teddy bear trees grew brown all over the ground.
So green bears in spring,
Brown in the fall,
By winter the squirrels had them all.
Trading for teddy bears with squirrels you see,
Wasn't much fun,
I'd rather have teddy bears for free.
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