The Teddy Bear

While reminiscing through old treasures, I came across the teddy bear.
I cardled it within my arms, I had forgotten it was there.
Its fur was a faded grubbiness; through worn parts straw peeped through.
My thoughts returned to my son's first Christmas, when the teddy bear was new.

Grandparents placed a brightly wrapped up toy beside a decorated Christmas tree.
On Christmas morning a small child crawled towards it with inquisitive glee.
Tiny hands tugged at the parcel trying to rip and tear.
Gentle hands helped him to remove the wrapping to reveal a bright blue teddy bear.

Teddy shared his childhood from that very first Christmas day
He would sit in the garden on a baby chair and watch that small child at his play.
Teddy would be sat upon a pull along dog and taken for a ride
And there would be mischievous giggles as teddy was pushed down the garden slide.

Teddy would be sat upon a baby swing and pushed to and fro
There would be screams of childish laughter the higher that they go
They would share bed time stories tucked cosily in bed
A very favourite teddy bear and a little sleepy head.

Teddy's fur was now fading, its colour had lost its hue.
A small child was growing up, finding different things to do.
Teddy was discarded, lovingly wrapped up and put away.
Reminiscing through old treasures he is once again with us today.

Maybe one day in the future he will be another child's favourite toy
In another generation with a little girl or boy.