No One Quite Like You! Poem by Angela Wybrow

You sit there, and listen
To my tales of woe.
You sit there so patiently
And you never, once, moan.

I always know that
You'll be my friend;
Right the way through
Until the very end.

In bed, at night,
Your hand, I hold.
You keep me warm,
When outside, it's cold.

You've seen my smiles
And you've felt my tears.
You're still a true friend
Even after all these years.

You've felt my hugs
And my kisses to.
No one can comfort me,
The way, in which, you do.

A bond, like ours
Is a thing, so rare.
There's no one quite like you:
My very favourite teddy bear!