My Teddy Bear - Poem by Gayle Sweeney
In a lit up storefront window for toys my teddy bear
Had made a sunshiny wish for a loving home to share.
Now he is my teddy bear and he's a little bit worn.
He was a gift long ago about the day I was born.
Red like the bright berries on boughs of holly is his bow.
Many times he's very merry to the top of his toes.
My teddy often goes traveling with me in our car.
Actually he has been around home and very far.
Whenever we go places together mostly we stay.
We're glad when we get ice cream, find penny candy and play.
On the grass at our yard we look way up to the blue sky.
Out back grows a heavenly tree where soon we swing up high.
Our sparkly, summery flowers bring us both butterflies.
At the park we can not wait to find the slide for fast rides.
My teddy bear sits by me as I read a storybook.
We color pictures with crayons in our room's cozy nook.
When I come in on snowy days we love to have cocoa,
With a big, floating spoonful of white fluffy marshmallow.
My very lively teddy bear is snuggly and cuddly.
If I'm sad and I cry, my teardrops can get all puddly.
In my arms very closely I hold my soft, warm teddy.
Holding him makes me smile again and I feel so happy.
Forever in my heart he will be my good, furry friend.
My teddy treasures laughing, hugs and playing let's pretend.
When I wear beaded moccasins like woodland Indians,
Then suddenly our magical fun just simply happens.
We wore feathers as through a dark dream filled forest I led.
Sometimes we play right up until we get ready for bed.
All tucked into our own bed for the night we're not alone.
The angels' shiny love above sure is quietly shown.
Soon after the lamp is turned off before we fall asleep
With pillows, like cotton clouds, teddy hardly makes a peep.
The stars in the sky outside our window are shimmery.
I looked up at a star and made a wish for my teddy!
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