When you were just a little tike
and I was your only Teddy bear.
We ventured into the unknown
of each story book your
Mother read, and we imagined
that we were playing there.
We played under the old oak trees
and listen to the robins and the
honey bees.
We swung on the old rubber tire
swing and pretended we were
flying on a circus ring.
We had tea parties in the
garden and laughed, sang and
danced in the summer rain.
We were inseparable friends, but time passsed
so fast and you became ten. Then one
dark night you fell ill and a gossamer
winged angel took you on a heavenly flight.
Time passsed, your mother placed me
on your bedroom shelf and there
I’ve been all these years,
wishing you were still a little
tike and I was still your
Teddy bear without crying
all these Teddy bear
tears.