Ted The Bear
By Steven
Published 30 September 2011
He sits on my piano, looking at the balcony, staring at a building.
He was my only joy when I was four, but now he is like a deserted island.
He brings me memories of when I used to play with him through the day when I was small, and the soft cuddly toy I used to hug when I was sad.
He was the toy that I slept with until I was seven.
