Teddy Bear
By Grace W
Published 7 August 2019
There was a time when
Teddy Bear and I were glued at the hand
Crisp nights made snug by comfort
Toasty by the fire.
Presence that kept me company,
All I required.
Hard-loving eyes beamed upon me
puppies begging for love.
Now he’s forgotten,
On the shelf above.
Glaring down at me
In the t-shirt I made smartly.
He’s thinking, when will I be loved
But, is he loved? Hardly.
My grief-stricken Teddy,
Sitting on the shelf.
Wishing to the time,
He could be
Himself.
