My dad sleeps with A teddybear and i wonder why. He's a construction worker and a pretty tough guy. He's a real man because I've never seen him cry.
He takes me to my games and when the cheers go up... he's always the loudest one. I was taught that winning is cool...but it's more important to have some fun.
Just me and my dad....I really love that guy. He's my hero and my star.....he said to be successful in life....You must be true to who you are. I'm a poet/writer....but enough about me.....let's go back to my dad and his teddy.
My friend came over afterschool .....we were playing the game ....doing the things that kids do. He said I'll be right back I'm going to the bathroom.
Upon his return his face had this worried look. At first he tried to pass it off as a joke....but he failed the test. It was obvious that he had something he needed to get off his chest.
On the way back downstairs I passed your father's room and I saw a disturbing sight. I swore he was clutching a teddybear and holding it tight.....I hope he didn't let the bedbugs bite. He began to laugh out loud....but i didn't find it funny. I felt violated like pooh stealing the bees honey.
I tip toed up the stairs because this mission required stealth.....if my dad is awakened this may be harmful to my health. I peeked into the room and what did i see? Two beady black eyes with A yellow hat staring right at me.
I let out a gasp due to my surprise.....why the stuffed animal? An answer was hard to surmise. I retreated to the stairs and descended the steps.....it was like the walk of shame.....I'm thinking about relocating and changing my whole name.
My friend was smiling and asked "Did you see?" steady stuffing popcorn in his face while I'm dealing with a catastrophe. A few minutes later my dad magically appears and I can only utter "Dad why?" He's looking confused as he wipes the sleep from his eyes.
The bear that you were holding in your sleep.....What's the reason for that? You are an adult and way too old for that. He paused for a few minutes to gather his thoughts. The response I recieved wasn't what i thought.
Son...although its my business what i do.....I'll explain my situation to you. Do you know what its like to sleep in your bed alone? Your mother ....(my wife) is no longer home. We used to be happy or so I thought .....
The woman I loved for so many years has broken my heart and reduced me to tears. My greatest gift from her is you. You are my inspiration and the reason I work the way I do. I loved her ....but she never loved me.
If something doesn't want to stay.....you have to set it free. Son...the bear became my form of relief .....it game me comfort and allowed me to sleep. The perfume that your mother used to wear.....she sprayed the bear with it. The fragrance reminds me of the love we used to share and......how I would tell her ....."I love you"...and gently stroked her hair.
The bear was given to me by your mother the first time we met.....as i become stronger and the hurt begins to decrease.....me and the bear will be at peace. Son....I hope you understand that I'm still a strong man....I'm just hurting and allowing God to work his plan.
I got a clear view of my father's heart and i really no longer cared.....He had all the right in the world to sleep with a teddybear.
You are my closest friend that a person like me could have. Your smile inspires me to stop the tears from falling and smile with you. You can hold all my darkest secrets, even the lightest ones too, because we both know you'll never tell a soul. You keep me sane in an unsecure state of mind when I feel low enough to want to leave you. I hold you close hoping that you'll be holding me closer until our journey together ends
Her brown eyes so clear It looked like a little teddybear So sweet and harmless It would light up the darkness Look in her unique eyes And you'll see she's very wise Her straight or curly hair Has got me breathing for air Smart and cute The type that boys will pursuit