My first teddy

As the gift was layed by the door,
I leapt out the front with glory,
As the years came by,
I had to let my object go to the outside world,
As I saw the object go,
I ran away with true full tears,
I will always remember my special object, 
No matter how it lives or goes.

My object looks like the bear from the giant forest,
As I get a little scent of it,
It reminds me of warm and baked cookies.
Whenever I feel my special object, it feels as soft,
As the fluffy clouds.