When I was a child I had a teddy bear His fur was brown and he was filled with horses hair
He had black nose and two blue glass eyes
My Teddy bear was given to me as a big suprise
I lost my teddy bear one time and I cried tears of pain
Thinking I had lost my Teddy bear and I wouldn't see him again
I looked everywhere for my Teddy bear my companion my best friend
I promised myself if I couldn't find my Teddy bear
My search would never end
Years have passed and I never found my teddy bear is my teddy by himself all alone somewhere
Maybe someone found him and my teddy bear they decided to keep
Maybe my teddy bear is helping their child to go to sleep
Teddy wherever you are I hope you had a life of joy
To me teddy bear you were my friend not just my teddy bear toy
A little brown bear yawned
and crawled into his cozy
cave to sleep.
Outside, the fluffy winter
snow began to fall gently
in the dark.
He curled up tight, dreaming
of sweet honey until the
spring returned.
A coat of light brown and a heart of thread,
Waiting for me on the edge of the bed.
So soft and squishy, a pillowy prize,
With quiet patience and brown button eyes.
With a black little nose and a bright red tongue,
To your comforting spirit, I’ve always clung.
I hold you close when the world feels loud,
Or wrap you in blankets like a terry cloud.
I hug you tight till the worries depart,
And feel your stuffing against my heart.
Sometimes I’m angry and toss you aside,
But Cushy, you never once leave or hide.
I smile at your face when the morning is new,
Finding a comfort that’s honest and true.
I share every secret, my thoughts and my fears,
While you soak up the laughter and dry all my tears.
From your fuzzy ears to your small scrubby tail,
A friendship with you will never pale.
When the day is finally done and it’s right,
I tuck you in with me for the night.
Under the covers, a snug little team,
Floating together through every dream.
Keep us cozy, warm till sun’s light,
My best friend Cushy throughout the night.
When she walks and talks,
My eye sockets get rocked and it is harder to talk...
When she sways and plays,
People lean in close to listen to what she says,
When I lean in for a kiss,
I fixate on her because it has been her that I missed.
Have you hugged your teddy today?
And show him the love that comes his way
How much you need his comforting smile
Because he will be there all the while
To cheer you up when you are down
And make you lose that worried frown
Who knows, he may be your Guardian Angel in disguise
Maybe to you that’s why he seems so very wise
Always seems to be there when he is needed
Listens intently and every word is heeded
His soft brown arms will cuddle you tight
Under the blankets all through the night
And he always has his cheeky grin
No matter what mood you may be in
However, his eyes are getting loose a bit
And his coat is threadbare and a tightly fit
He still loves you never fret
Because he is the best friend, you will ever get
I am a big fat Teddy Bear
I sit upon the shelf
look down on all the other toys
my owner must have wealth
My ears are getting floppy
and my knees are rather worn
my coat is getting thinner
through all the wear and tear I’ve borne
Although it’s not surprising
as I’m over eighty years old
my foot feels as if it’s got gout
and I’m sure I’ve caught a cold
Now Johnny’s taking me off the shelf
I wonder what we will play today
will it be Cowboys and Indians?
that’s a game he likes to play
Sometimes we listen to music
all that pop noise hurts my head
thump, thump. thump all day long
I’m glad to go back to bed
But I like it best when he cuddles me
he’s only eight years old, you know
we fall asleep together a lot
off to the land of nod we go
We have many thrilling adventures
always together, don’t you see?
I just think the world of him
and I know he will always be there for me
If you go down to the woods some day
you'd better beware better take care on the way
look where you walk mind how you go
one thing's for certain you never know
what's waiting none-too-patiently there
guaranteed it's no teddy bear
you may be on the receiving end of a grizzly
if bitten by such it's ghastly if not grisly
so keep a look out with both eyes
or you’re certainly sure of a big surprise
yet should an aroma waft your way on the breeze
from up ahead between the trees
no shades of grey but black and white
roving about throughout the twilight
watch them roam yet rarely in pairs
don't let them catch you unawares
but one misconception I must debunk
tomato juice won't neutralise
the pure pervasive essence of skunk
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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
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