I've had him since I was two,
all my childhood secrets he knew,
the imagination of little girl dreams;
my hair brushing his as it softly gleams.
He knew my deepest desire
to be a mommy, which he inspired
holding him protected from the ghosts;
it was always him I loved the most.
He holds all the hopes I've shared,
a few times the only one that cared;
but when I look into his little brown face
I still see reflections of my childlike grace.
Reminders of myself from the time I was born,
his fur a little worn, stitches slightly torn,
on his coat wearing some of life's dust;
inside, the same...warm loving trust.
Forever Teddy Bear and Me