Teddy Bear Poem by Rebecca Navarre

I know I'm labeled crazy, when my
friends here me talking to, a raggedy,
old stuffed bear. Let them call me crazy,
at least I know he's always there. He's
always glad to see me, can't you see the
smile apon his face? He'll talk with me
until the dawn. Until all my loneliness
is gone. He'll let me hold him tight,
through out the whole night, and never feel
tied or choked, the way people, sometimes do.
He'll let the child come out in me, and respect
the woman too. He'll never raise a hand to me,
or say unkind words. Lie or cheat, or run around
and play games on me. He won't break my heart in
two. The way some men do. Then when I can't explain
the tears that fill my eyes, I know his arms will
be open wide. I know he won't say goodbye. My,
Teddy bear.