My Teddy

It sits with a sloppy black grin

and its shiny black nose that reflects
its old age, as it follows me
day by day.

Its fur a cloud, its warmth an embrace
Remembering my first memory of his soft paws
When I reached out and snatched its huge
head. With my tiny baby hands.

I hold it against my chest,
Its body a third of mine
it’s part of me now I think
Smiling at my sister.

I hold its head in my hands
trying to hold it without dropping
It's mine I think
And naughtily I sink my teeth into its fur